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" Yes. My daughter is also training to be a spy—along with young Benjamin here. And my ex-wife is a spy as well, but being British, she works for MI6. Although, to be honest, Catherine even kept that a secret from me. I only found out the truth a few weeks ago.” “Wow,” Dad said. “She sounds a lot more interesting than my wife.” The moment the words were out of his mouth, he realized they had been a mistake, and he turned to Mom apologetically. “Which isn’t to say that you aren’t interesting, darling…” “You should probably just stop talking,” Mom told him. "
― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Revolution (Spy School, #8)
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" Did you say ‘Nora Taco’?” Dad interrupted. Agent Taco gave him a severe look. “Yes.” “That’s a pretty unusual name,” Dad observed. “So I’ve been told.” Agent Taco spoke as though she had gone through this every day of her life and was sick of it. My father didn’t pick up on this. “Is it weird, being named after a food?” “My family is not named after a food,” Agent Taco said curtly. “The food is named after my family. My ancestors invented it.” “Your family invented the taco?” Mom asked, astonished. “I had always thought…” “Tacos always existed?” Agent Taco said. “They didn’t. The same way that sandwiches didn’t exist until the Earl of Sandwich invented them. There were no tacos until Don Diego Taco came along.” “Wow,” Dad said, impressed. “You learn something new every day.” “As I was trying to say,” Agent Taco went on, "
― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Revolution (Spy School, #8)