Rosy's face twists into an expression that suggests she just ate a silica packet herself. This is your boyfriend, Rosemary, he's your fault.

"God knows you're good at starting shit, for a nerd." She reaches out to pull his hand away from the quill, like she just knows he's going to break something if he keeps touching shit, and runs a thumb over his knuckles. God, they're so unscarred, she really needs to teach him to punch. "If we let your natural talents shine, we could make someone bleed before our food even got to the table."