" Felicity Montague, you are a cactus.” “Debatable.” My knees are aching against the hard floor, so I stretch out on my stomach parallel to her, propping my chin on my hands. “My botanical equivalent would more likely be . . . what are those plants that shrivel as soon as you touch them? I’d be one of those. "

― Mackenzi Lee , The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy (Montague Siblings, #2)