Aly leans back, obviously startled. "Nyuuuup, nope nope nope. This ain't my soul," she says, and taps it. "I got my soul on this side, or that side, or both at the same time because fuck my life that's why, but it is not in a goddamn rock!" She takes it off her finger, scrutinizes it, and scowls. Then she puts it in the palm of her hand and weighs it, clearly thinking about whether to lob it far, far away.

Preposterous!

"I'm not buying it so hard it's a copy of Twilight."