Azriel: The Spring Court wants to know what kind of weapons we are bringing to the meeting of the High Lords. I'm letting them know it's private information.
Feyre, looking over Azriel's shoulder: This just says "fuck around and find out" in calligraphy.
Feyre- "I left you because you suck, and Rhysand's dick is bigger than yours."
Tamlin - *Laughs in shapeshifted Rhysand's dick to be bigger because it was the size of his thumb."
Lucien- *Laughs in told every single person on the face of the planet and that's why Rhysand insists on keeping all his friends strictly in Velaris so they don't hear the gossip.*