Wednesdays had this odd knack for being peaceful and somewhat dull. As if would-be murderers and thieves looked at their calendars and thought, you know what, let's wait 'till tomorrow.
With no active cases and no threat of global disaster on the horizon our brave heroes could often be found at Detective Pleasant's abode on Cemetery Road.
What manner of conversation took place between these two hardened warriors when there was no one to bear witness?
"We should get a hot tub."
Skulduggery Pleasant looked up from his paper. "Pardon?"
"A hot tub." Valkyrie Cain, descendent of the Last of the Ancients, professional detective, and powerful sorceress, lay sprawled out on the couch stationed in the house's main living room. "We should totally get one."
Her partner watched her for a moment, then folded the newspaper and put it away.
"I heard you the first time," he said, voice amused. "Do tell, how did you come to this conclusion?"
Valkyrie shrugged. "Hot tubs are great. Just imagine, coming home all gross from a case, covered in guts or whatever, and wham, there it is. A hot tub, just waiting for you to take a dip. I could even add my healing rock to the water. Multipurpose and all that." She grinned at him. "Smart, right?"
Skulduggery wisely declined to comment.