“I– I don’t know–” Kieran choked. “That–… salve… Does– it happen to have coconut in it?”
Frowning, I fished out the tin. And then I saw it. “Oh, shit. Coconut oil. Is that related to–?” I was hesitant to reference it, as Kara was right there, but what I was thinking of was that the Methusilla vampires of ‘the other plane’ were allergic to chocolate. Nope, not garlic. Chocolate. Don’t ask, I don’t know why either.

It then devolved into April wallowing in the notion that there was no one ‘for her.’ I remember that specifically. “Why is there no one for ME?”
Also, the thought of being for someone made my skin crawl. As if the fact I was exploring polyamorous feelings entirely negated any blind devotion I’d felt for her.