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"Look, Rens, right?" Jo said, leaning on her shovel handle. "All I'm saying is you shouldn't have been surprised at the reaction is all."
The whip-poor-will currently perched on the headstone of the grave she was digging up preened his feathers in a huff before replying. "You I expected it from, just practical is all, but I didn't think I'd get a dousing from Ellen too."
"Then maybe you should have waited to bring up the whole demon thing until we were both in the same room, would have meant waiting a whole five minutes."
"Daemon."
"They sound the same from where I'm standing." The shovel made a thudding noise. "Reached the casket."
"Good," Rens said, fluttering down to the graveside to grab the bag of salt with his talons. "Let's torch the bastard."
The whip-poor-will currently perched on the headstone of the grave she was digging up preened his feathers in a huff before replying. "You I expected it from, just practical is all, but I didn't think I'd get a dousing from Ellen too."
"Then maybe you should have waited to bring up the whole demon thing until we were both in the same room, would have meant waiting a whole five minutes."
"Daemon."
"They sound the same from where I'm standing." The shovel made a thudding noise. "Reached the casket."
"Good," Rens said, fluttering down to the graveside to grab the bag of salt with his talons. "Let's torch the bastard."
