"The sink in the kitchen is working," Anton said. It hadn't been this morning, but Anton had managed to draw a workaround for the plumbing spellwork Wan had interrupted to summon his containment sphere. "The tools are on a table in there as well."

"I can bring them over," Ryder chirruped. He had been the one to put them there--they'd been in the way, and Anton had found moving them too difficult.

Anton grunted acknowledgement of Skulduggery's thanks and turned toward the kitchen, where he had been sketching ward fixes while Ryder mopped the floor and picked up broken bits of wood. "Don't be an idiot," he said, and it was hard to tell whether he meant in terms of the thanks or the reason for them.