"Oooo, yeah. If you look at the websites and stuff? There are guys who can practically scale a whole story of a building by running up it. It's awesome, and I bet it'd totally be good for that. And with your strength, you'd be a natural."

"Le Parkour. Or sometimes 'free running'. Urban Freeflow is a good site. Can you believe I discovered this stuff that weekend we were all little kids? Phoebe and I nearly killed ourselves trying it out."

"Well, no. She was trying to fly. Since she's a witch. But it probably didn't help that we were jumping around and climbing on the stairs and railings and stuff."

"If you'd have told me then that you thought I needed watching over?" Nadia grinned. "I'd have stomped on your foot and run. I thought I was being very smart and mature at 9 years old by keeping an eye on Walter. He was four."

Nadia grinned. "I bet. You know, of all the random things that have happened since I got here, I think that was my favorite."

"Oooo, yeah, I bet. I don't envy you that."

"I think if I'd have been you, I'd have locked myself in the room for the weekend and let the kids sort themselves out.'

Nadia nodded. "I can see that. When Walter turned into a horny glam rocker a few weeks ago, once I relaxed a bit, it was kinda fun."

"I think it's the first time that one of the random thingies has completely missed me. To be honest . . . I kinda like it better when it doesn't. It really does seem to be less stressful."

"Pretty much. Even the weekend I thought I was Hamlet, for all that I was 'emo', I had a pretty good time being that way,"

"He certainly seems that way, to me. As I recall, I was really protective of my emo that weekend."

"I spent most of the weekend writing bad poetry. Did you know that there's not really any word that rhymes with silver?"