Rover grinned. "You'll see." He tossed another few peanuts in the detective's face, just because he could. "You have no idea how satisfying it is to be able to actually throw these at you instead of a huge metaphysical screen, by the way. Somehow, throwing peanuts at a huge metaphysical screen instead of your face isn't nearly as fun. Moving on!"

He whirled around, jabbing a finger at Dexter. "You. Wife. You're an idiot too." He threw a few peanuts. "True, an idiot on a slightly lesser scale, but you're still an idiot." More peanuts, and Dexter spluttered, brushing them off him. "I left you everything I had in my will, and you didn't even stage a puppet-show." Peanuts. "You could have at least staged a puppet-show. And now!"

Dexter's mouth opened and shut as Rover turned to Corrival, lobbing peanuts. "You--are not a person at whom I meant to throw peanuts. Here, let me have those back." With a snap of his wrist the falling peanuts shot back upward into his palm. Corrival lifted an eyebrow, but Rover had already moved on to Erskine. "And you have actually been pretty good. Here, have a peanut." He presented Erskine with a peanut until the Elder took it and then turned to Saracen. "You! Have let yourself go. What, the rest of the world is more interesting than your best mates? You deserve a few peanuts." He flung half a dozen peanuts at Saracen's face and then turned around to Anton. "Anton, you've already given me a hug. For that, you get two peanuts!"

"Thank you," Anton said, completely deadpan, as he took the peanuts. Descry had his face buried in the Gist-user's shoulder, and his shoulders were shaking suspiciously.

"Ghastly!" Rover beamed at Ghastly and gave him a peanut. "Your mother says hi. And also that you're an idiot and she loves you."