"Skul-man don't care about bein' inconspicuous," Rafe retorted. "If he did, he wouldn't drive a Bentley."
"Not that there's anything wrong with driving a Bentley," Gabe murmured, too softly to be heard by anyone but Skulduggery. "Especially such a nice and dignified Bentley like Grace."
"Hey, I can rock a toga," Rafe said. "But how are they conspicuous, unless I wanted t'go to Rome a coupla centuries ago?" He crossed his arms. "An' I still don't see what's so wrong with 'that'. 'That' is really comfy."
"Oh, other people noticed," Descry assured Erskine, covering his eyes again but not in the least bit hiding his grin. "They just found it funny. There was peanut wars. There were peanut swimming races. There was a peanut feast. We now officially have a Year of the Peanut in Heaven."
Rover turned on Skulduggery with a pout, handing out bottles. "Hey! I'm a resident of Heaven! How much closer to God d'you want me to get before I'm next to the Godliness? Here, present." He handed Valkyrie a bottle of white sparkling grape drink. "Yeah, it's non-alcoholic," he told her with a shrug, "but I don't want to get kneed in the groin by an irate mother, and this means you can watch and giggle at the rest of us."
"You're a soul," Dexter pointed out, leaning forward to choose between the bottles and dump some peanuts shells on the coffee-table.
"Hey," Corrival grumbled.
"Oh, sorry. Did you want some?" Dexter held out the bowl and jiggled it enticingly. Corrival sighed, reached out and took a handful.
"When in Rome," he said with a shrug.
"Just because I'm a soul doesn't mean I can't be hurt," Rover protested, pointing accusingly at Erskine. "He punched me and it hurt! Getting kicked in the family jewels isn't worth the risk!"
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"Not that there's anything wrong with driving a Bentley," Gabe murmured, too softly to be heard by anyone but Skulduggery. "Especially such a nice and dignified Bentley like Grace."
"Hey, I can rock a toga," Rafe said. "But how are they conspicuous, unless I wanted t'go to Rome a coupla centuries ago?" He crossed his arms. "An' I still don't see what's so wrong with 'that'. 'That' is really comfy."
"Oh, other people noticed," Descry assured Erskine, covering his eyes again but not in the least bit hiding his grin. "They just found it funny. There was peanut wars. There were peanut swimming races. There was a peanut feast. We now officially have a Year of the Peanut in Heaven."
Rover turned on Skulduggery with a pout, handing out bottles. "Hey! I'm a resident of Heaven! How much closer to God d'you want me to get before I'm next to the Godliness? Here, present." He handed Valkyrie a bottle of white sparkling grape drink. "Yeah, it's non-alcoholic," he told her with a shrug, "but I don't want to get kneed in the groin by an irate mother, and this means you can watch and giggle at the rest of us."
"You're a soul," Dexter pointed out, leaning forward to choose between the bottles and dump some peanuts shells on the coffee-table.
"Hey," Corrival grumbled.
"Oh, sorry. Did you want some?" Dexter held out the bowl and jiggled it enticingly. Corrival sighed, reached out and took a handful.
"When in Rome," he said with a shrug.
"Just because I'm a soul doesn't mean I can't be hurt," Rover protested, pointing accusingly at Erskine. "He punched me and it hurt! Getting kicked in the family jewels isn't worth the risk!"