“Did supply just run out on the usual lineup? Pseudo-bakers with too much imagination, sporadic technical skill..." For the first time since he'd ignored her for the entire drive here, his eyes flicked squarely in Sylvie's direction. He'd probably intended to look away just as quickly, but their gazes caught and held. "And the general creative aesthetic of My Little Pony." Languidly, Sylvie ran her fingers through her ponytail, fluffing out her latest pink and lavender highlights. She smothered the most delicate of yawns.”
Book:Battle Royal