no
“Naturally,” Deryn inclined his head. "I swear upon it.”
Evelyn blinks. “Information is power. And, after your pitiful showing earlier, I’m not quite sure I want you to have power, Deryn.”
This would make a great name
ok “Kitty the Blanket”
At least mine is memorable. Evelyn blankspace!!
im going to burn you
*I’m
(By the way your nickname is “Eve”, don’t you wish to be called that? )
I’m going to figure out the extent to which sentient blankets can feel pain, find out if unraveling fibers is akin to being skinned and having your veins ripped out for a human, and see how good small pieces of cloth are at providing fuel for combustion reactions.
Feel the power of the
ok
"What could you tell us about Balloony, the demonic clown detective?” Deryn spoke up suddenly, addressing the auctioneer with a gleam in his eyes.
…
The man stared at him, as if he’s insane
“‘Demonic’ isn’t a necessarily literal descriptor,” Deryn allowed, intent on having his answer questioned.
“…”
“Have you gone mad?”
"Maybe I have. What’s your answer?”
“…”
“What the actual hell are you even talking about?”
“He’s a clown detective who solves cases on the children’s tv show “Detective Balloony’s Travelling Circus!” Deryn exclaimed, parroting something a ‘friend’ had once said a long time ago. "What could you tell us about Balloony?”
“What…”
“What the actual…”
…
The man stands in half confusion, half judgment
"Trust me, it’s a relevant question,” Deryn promised, sounding more enthusiastic than he had all auction. "Think of it as an experiment.”