"He's a reflection," Solomon said. "Of course he can." They didn't need the sustenance, but they'd be useless as covers if they couldn't at least put up the pretence. The real question would be whether or not Bliss could taste any of it, and if he couldn't, there wouldn't be much point.
"I'll go back to the Sanctuary," Bliss said, and something swirled in the fish-bowl of his soul, something brushing up against the glass as if to startle the watchers. It was almost mischievious. "May I assume you didn't tell many others what you were planning?"
"And have everyone complain about losing the Cleavers? Of course not."
"Of course."
Solomon tugged Dexter to a halt and held up his phone. "How many missed calls?"
"Five," Dexter said with a flutter of his banner that Solomon supposed was chagrin.
"I see."
"Actually, you don't."
"Semantics." He dialled Corrival and the phone hardly rang once before it picked up.
"Wreath, do you even know the meaning of the phrase 'keep me in the loop'?!"
"Of course I do, Corrival," Solomon said calmly. "It's hardly my fault if your interpretation differs from mine."
"Care to explain what your interpretation is in this case?"
"We told you when we left, and we're ringing you now that we're done and coming back."
"And the four hours in-between?"
"You'd rather we kept you appraised of every single little detail it took to set up this venture?"
There was a pause. Then Corrival said, gruffly and with that special brand of exasperation of someone who was still annoyed but amused as well, because they had no real response, "You're going to be trouble, Wreath. I can tell. Bliss?"
"Alive. With a given definition of 'alive'. A Skulduggery definition of 'alive', actually."
"Close enough. Get back here; we've already got people complaining and I want proof it was worthwhile before I start pummelling heads."
"We were actually just going to have a late lunch first, maybe down on the docks ..."
"I'll have something delivered, expenses Sanctuary-paid. Get back here, Wreath, and bring Bliss." The phone clicked off. Solomon tucked it away into his coat-pocket.
"Well, that went well," he said blandly, pretending not to notice the quiver of Vex's shoulder under his hand.
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"I'll go back to the Sanctuary," Bliss said, and something swirled in the fish-bowl of his soul, something brushing up against the glass as if to startle the watchers. It was almost mischievious. "May I assume you didn't tell many others what you were planning?"
"And have everyone complain about losing the Cleavers? Of course not."
"Of course."
Solomon tugged Dexter to a halt and held up his phone. "How many missed calls?"
"Five," Dexter said with a flutter of his banner that Solomon supposed was chagrin.
"I see."
"Actually, you don't."
"Semantics." He dialled Corrival and the phone hardly rang once before it picked up.
"Wreath, do you even know the meaning of the phrase 'keep me in the loop'?!"
"Of course I do, Corrival," Solomon said calmly. "It's hardly my fault if your interpretation differs from mine."
"Care to explain what your interpretation is in this case?"
"We told you when we left, and we're ringing you now that we're done and coming back."
"And the four hours in-between?"
"You'd rather we kept you appraised of every single little detail it took to set up this venture?"
There was a pause. Then Corrival said, gruffly and with that special brand of exasperation of someone who was still annoyed but amused as well, because they had no real response, "You're going to be trouble, Wreath. I can tell. Bliss?"
"Alive. With a given definition of 'alive'. A Skulduggery definition of 'alive', actually."
"Close enough. Get back here; we've already got people complaining and I want proof it was worthwhile before I start pummelling heads."
"We were actually just going to have a late lunch first, maybe down on the docks ..."
"I'll have something delivered, expenses Sanctuary-paid. Get back here, Wreath, and bring Bliss." The phone clicked off. Solomon tucked it away into his coat-pocket.
"Well, that went well," he said blandly, pretending not to notice the quiver of Vex's shoulder under his hand.