Fletcher frowned. "Why aren't Val and I included in that list?"
Valkyrie gently placed her fist against Fletcher's arm in the mock impression of a punch. "Because we're not adorable. Take that as a compliment. We're hot, not adorable." She raised her hand. "But can we actually include you and Dexter in this? Because what you did just now - that was adorable."
Fletcher shrugged and raised his bottle to take a sip. "I'll count it."
Erskine seemed to agree, because he followed suit without saying anything. Ghastly mentally tried to remove the jaded experience of seeing Rover and Dexter like this almost all the time - made a little bit easier by Rover's return from a century dead - and decided that if it wasn't worth a drink, he didn't know what was.
"Good thing Solomon's not awake," remarked Tanith. "He can see souls. He'd be constantly drinking." She shrugged. "Assuming he finds that kind of thing adorable."
Ghastly nearly choked on his whiskey. He wasn't quite sure why.
"Any suggestions for soapies, then?" Erskine spoke up. "Skulduggery? Skulduggery, do you even own a TV?"
"I don't." Room had been made on the sofa for the couples, so Skulduggery and Gabe were already on the left-hand side, with Skulduggery closest to the armrest by coincidence to use it as a counterbalance for Gabe's head on his shoulder. "I never really saw the point."
"You never really saw the point of a car, either," Ghastly reminded him. "We almost had to blackmail you."
"That was different. That was me being stubborn. Cars are useful. What do televisions bring you? You don't gain anything from them. They aren't intellectually challenging."
"You would say that," said Erskine with a smile. He tilted his head to the side. "Then again, I wouldn't put it past you to know everything on TV anyway. Anyone else? Suggestions?"
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Valkyrie gently placed her fist against Fletcher's arm in the mock impression of a punch. "Because we're not adorable. Take that as a compliment. We're hot, not adorable." She raised her hand. "But can we actually include you and Dexter in this? Because what you did just now - that was adorable."
Fletcher shrugged and raised his bottle to take a sip. "I'll count it."
Erskine seemed to agree, because he followed suit without saying anything. Ghastly mentally tried to remove the jaded experience of seeing Rover and Dexter like this almost all the time - made a little bit easier by Rover's return from a century dead - and decided that if it wasn't worth a drink, he didn't know what was.
"Good thing Solomon's not awake," remarked Tanith. "He can see souls. He'd be constantly drinking." She shrugged. "Assuming he finds that kind of thing adorable."
Ghastly nearly choked on his whiskey. He wasn't quite sure why.
"Any suggestions for soapies, then?" Erskine spoke up. "Skulduggery? Skulduggery, do you even own a TV?"
"I don't." Room had been made on the sofa for the couples, so Skulduggery and Gabe were already on the left-hand side, with Skulduggery closest to the armrest by coincidence to use it as a counterbalance for Gabe's head on his shoulder. "I never really saw the point."
"You never really saw the point of a car, either," Ghastly reminded him. "We almost had to blackmail you."
"That was different. That was me being stubborn. Cars are useful. What do televisions bring you? You don't gain anything from them. They aren't intellectually challenging."
"You would say that," said Erskine with a smile. He tilted his head to the side. "Then again, I wouldn't put it past you to know everything on TV anyway. Anyone else? Suggestions?"