"All that means is that I already have a handicap. I had to even the odds somehow." Solomon suspected what that rebuttal might be. Probably some furniture shifting. He wondered if Dexter would turn on him; possibly. He might have to bribe him not to give in to Ravel's flirtations.
Gabe also had a hand over his mouth, completely failing to hide the smile behind it, though it was hard to tell who he was laughing. Probably all of them.
Corrival chose to ignore Skulduggery's sass. He waved a hand. "What I mean is whenever the pair of you sanction it. This could mean in fifty years, if you want. Either way, as an apprentice Valkyrie would learn the mechanics of things first. The paperwork, the leg-work, the Sanctuary workings which apply to her, the self-defence. Knowing Skulduggery, she hasn't had a whole lot of experience in anything other than 'barge in and beat the bad guys by the skin of your teeth through sheer talent'."
He said the words so blandly, very obviously not looking in Skulduggery's direction. "Since she's not exactly starting from scratch there might also be some fieldwork, but more the talking-to-informants or examining-non-horrific-crime-scenes kind, not the 'barge in and beat the bad guys by the skin of your teeth through sheer talent' kind." He shrugged. "But as I said, all that's up to you."
Melissa looked at Des. It sounded, she thought, a lot like the best solution. Or almost the best solution. She wasn't sure she wanted Valkyrie to give up all her daily schooling. For one thing, being around people her own age was more important now than ever before. For another, 'ordinary' things like math and science might not be glamorous, but they could still be important in every-day life. Especially for a detective. A detective should know something about everything, shouldn't they?
There were still things to work out, but she wasn't ... entirely opposed to it. Maybe not yet. They had things to sort out first. But Stephanie wanted to continue magic. Why not this way?
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Gabe also had a hand over his mouth, completely failing to hide the smile behind it, though it was hard to tell who he was laughing. Probably all of them.
Corrival chose to ignore Skulduggery's sass. He waved a hand. "What I mean is whenever the pair of you sanction it. This could mean in fifty years, if you want. Either way, as an apprentice Valkyrie would learn the mechanics of things first. The paperwork, the leg-work, the Sanctuary workings which apply to her, the self-defence. Knowing Skulduggery, she hasn't had a whole lot of experience in anything other than 'barge in and beat the bad guys by the skin of your teeth through sheer talent'."
He said the words so blandly, very obviously not looking in Skulduggery's direction. "Since she's not exactly starting from scratch there might also be some fieldwork, but more the talking-to-informants or examining-non-horrific-crime-scenes kind, not the 'barge in and beat the bad guys by the skin of your teeth through sheer talent' kind." He shrugged. "But as I said, all that's up to you."
Melissa looked at Des. It sounded, she thought, a lot like the best solution. Or almost the best solution. She wasn't sure she wanted Valkyrie to give up all her daily schooling. For one thing, being around people her own age was more important now than ever before. For another, 'ordinary' things like math and science might not be glamorous, but they could still be important in every-day life. Especially for a detective. A detective should know something about everything, shouldn't they?
There were still things to work out, but she wasn't ... entirely opposed to it. Maybe not yet. They had things to sort out first. But Stephanie wanted to continue magic. Why not this way?