"Hey, Ghastly." Fletcher smiles widely. He is looking much better after a haircut, though still nothing like he once did.
"Hello, Fletcher. How are you doing?"
"I'm pretty okay, I guess. Things kind of fell apart with Skulduggery, but we're working to fix them up again."
"And you two had just gotten the Sanctuary to do your bidding, too." There is a quiet kind of amusement to Ghastly's voice.
"I know, right! Anyway, where were you the other night? We all missed you."
"Surely you were so busy with your food and your great company that you had no opportunity to."
"Hah! I'd be a bad host not to notice. So, what happened? Did Clarabelle do a number on you too?"
"What?"
"Well, as far as I knew, she's just spent the last few weeks ruining as many lives as possible, so I wondered."
"Oh, no, not her fault at all. I was… I was with Erskine, actually." Ghastly blushes red.
"You could have brought him to dinner too, you know."
"We might have been hiding from Madam Mist, as well."
"Woman are crazy, aren't they?"
"Don't be sexist." Ghastly pauses. "They really can be, though."
"Truth, Ghastly. Absolute truth."
A/N: Kehe. :)
~Mademise Morte, December 30