my friend’s four-year-old son wouldn’t go to sleep because he wanted to keep looking at the stars and she tried to bribe him with a piece of chocolate and he just said “would you rather get a reward or be happy” and turned back to the window
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“When I learned to fight, I was dying from slow poison,” said Jem. “… And I was, yes, still faster than you.”
Kit laughed. His eyes were Herondale eyes, but his laugh was all his own, mischievous and cynical and a little innocent, despite that.
“Train with me,” said Kit.
Jem smiled.
“What?” Kit asked anxiously. “Do you … not want to?”
“I said that to somebody once,” said Jem. “A long time ago. He did train with me. And now I’ll train you.”
