"That still isn't fair," Fletcher continued their argument, as if nothing had happened in the meantime. "How on earth were Valkyrie and I supposed to know that adhar means 'sky' in Old Gaelic? No one even speaks Old Gaelic anymore. Except you two."
Ghastly barked out a laugh. "You were playing roadtrip games in Old Gaelic?"
"Gabe started it," Skulduggery replied serenely. "He used a language I've never even heard of. Technically, Fletcher, adhar means 'heavens,' or 'atmosphere.' All of space that you can see from where we're standing."
"See, if I'd known that before we started, I might have been able to get it," Fletcher insisted.
"Nonsense. This way, your ego is bruised and you'll never forget. Shouldn't they be teaching Gaelic in school? I'm surprised Valkyrie didn't know it."
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Ghastly barked out a laugh. "You were playing roadtrip games in Old Gaelic?"
"Gabe started it," Skulduggery replied serenely. "He used a language I've never even heard of. Technically, Fletcher, adhar means 'heavens,' or 'atmosphere.' All of space that you can see from where we're standing."
"See, if I'd known that before we started, I might have been able to get it," Fletcher insisted.
"Nonsense. This way, your ego is bruised and you'll never forget. Shouldn't they be teaching Gaelic in school? I'm surprised Valkyrie didn't know it."
"Can we stick to English, please?"