"Yeah," Fletcher grinned back, "but it doesn't count unless I can guess it."
There were any number of arguments Skulduggery could have counteracted Gabe's teasing prod with, but they all involved either Gabriel being an Archangel, Gabriel being millions of years old, or the fact that words were his particular branch of magic. Not to mention psychics were under his domain, and - oh yes - he could read souls.
Mortals tended to get a bit excited when you weren't careful, unfortunately.
Gabe knew that, so the word wouldn't be 'Teleporter.' Explaining how that worked at a carnival would have been interesting, to say the least. And the word was cabbie last time, so... "Teenager?" Skulduggery asked - at almost the exact same moment that the cabbie did. They looked at each other in surprise, and the cabbie broke into a smile.
"T'be honest," he said, "I wasn't quite sure how old he was, so glad to see I didn't insult anyone."
~~
Oh.
They were gambling for teddy bears.
Two very important questions crossed Ghastly's mind in the next second. The first was whether or not he was really taking over the place of an Archangel completely, and if Gabe would be jealous - if angels were even capable of jealousy. And the second, which occurred to him belatedly as he watched Dad's perfect pitch thunk smoothly into the glass, was how on earth this constituted a game of chance for God.
Oh well. Ghastly had never really entertained the idea of actually winning, anyway.
It was his turn next, but Ghastly's throw was so badly off the mark that the ping pong ball fell perfectly in between two of the bowls, rolled a few inches, and fell off the table. Ghastly stared at where it had disappeared over the edge, wondering what could be wrong with him. His hands weren't shaking quite that badly anymore.
Maybe it was because he still didn't know where God's surprising warmth and tolerance would end, and pushing your luck with anything was usually a bad idea. Quadruply so here.
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There were any number of arguments Skulduggery could have counteracted Gabe's teasing prod with, but they all involved either Gabriel being an Archangel, Gabriel being millions of years old, or the fact that words were his particular branch of magic. Not to mention psychics were under his domain, and - oh yes - he could read souls.
Mortals tended to get a bit excited when you weren't careful, unfortunately.
Gabe knew that, so the word wouldn't be 'Teleporter.' Explaining how that worked at a carnival would have been interesting, to say the least. And the word was cabbie last time, so... "Teenager?" Skulduggery asked - at almost the exact same moment that the cabbie did. They looked at each other in surprise, and the cabbie broke into a smile.
"T'be honest," he said, "I wasn't quite sure how old he was, so glad to see I didn't insult anyone."
~~
Oh.
They were gambling for teddy bears.
Two very important questions crossed Ghastly's mind in the next second. The first was whether or not he was really taking over the place of an Archangel completely, and if Gabe would be jealous - if angels were even capable of jealousy. And the second, which occurred to him belatedly as he watched Dad's perfect pitch thunk smoothly into the glass, was how on earth this constituted a game of chance for God.
Oh well. Ghastly had never really entertained the idea of actually winning, anyway.
It was his turn next, but Ghastly's throw was so badly off the mark that the ping pong ball fell perfectly in between two of the bowls, rolled a few inches, and fell off the table. Ghastly stared at where it had disappeared over the edge, wondering what could be wrong with him. His hands weren't shaking quite that badly anymore.
Maybe it was because he still didn't know where God's surprising warmth and tolerance would end, and pushing your luck with anything was usually a bad idea. Quadruply so here.