"I was here first." And this is where she whirls around on him to faux glare at him. Her hands are on her hips, a stubbornness only muted by the fact that her fists are full of candies pilfered from the tubs.

She arches one brow. "Here's a lie: my favorite color is green. And another one: I like asparagus. Your lie was... it was..." Hot. A turn on. Sexy. Cruel. "...more like a lie in all caps, bold, underlined and italics... with really big font."

A pause. "Besides, Babe Ruth could never have sex with this version of Alice Liddel because he'd almost crush her to death and she'd end up stabbing him with her really big knife."