Re: [Jack's: Jack & Cat]
[She waved a hand, and the grace that was missing in the twirl was absolutely present in that flick of wrist.] I can misappropriate anything I like. And your father sucked, so don't use him as an excuse. It'll just make me want to have a paternal pissing contest, and I'd win. [Which, you know, maybe not, but she wasn't acknowledging that possibility.]
You are getting a little pudgy around the middle, and you should do something about the bald spot. [Was there a bald spot? No, but whatever, and she pushed past him when he said he could sue for emotional damage. She just walked in far enough to retrieve the book, to use her sweatshirt to wipe her prints off it, and then to throw it back over his shoulder as she returned to the space beyond his door, her fingers covered in a sweatshirt-mitt to prevent more fingerprints.