Salt isn't good for you. For that matter, neither are crocodiles, usually.

[The hair thing. Rose recognizes it for the nervousness that sleeps beneath it and looks around.]

Oh, yes. We are constrained to follow the path that leads to complete and total embarrassment of any coolkid red-hooded Knights in the vicinity. Sorry, there aren't any other choices.

[After enough time has gone by, she sighs and shakes her head a fraction.] The way Kanaya tells it, this isn't a dream bubble at all.