I smile and ball up his hair in my one hand, my sister walking in. She chuckles and takes Renn from us, closing the door behind her and dissapearing into the kitchen.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear