"I am a Cuckoo-Frost-Sophie. Fashion trendsetter. It's what I do. And you're all kissy-face-guy, so you do that and they'll never have a chance." There was a good chance she was already half-asleep.
"Okay," she said, yawning. "Movie tomo--" yaaaawn "--rrow. Night-night." She pulled the blankets up closer, wrapping them around herself as she curled up. "Hey Gar?" she said, before he could hang up. "Don't kiss the cheerleaders, okay?"