" What music do you like?” he asked between calls.

“Cheery, chirpy pop.”

Wincing, he pulled up a station that delivered exactly that. “You owe me.”

“Come on”—she turned in her seat to face him once more—“it’s not that bad.”

“I’m sorry? I can’t hear you past the sugar blocking my eardrums. "

― Nalini Singh , Secrets at Midnight (Psy-Changeling #12.5)