I smile and look over at Cupid. "Here let me get you a towel." He looks around and finds one. He passes it to me and put it to my face, I scream, "OW! That's hot!!" I throw it at him, tears falling from my eyes.
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
