The smile that spread across Solomon's face was delighted and deeply amused. "Yes. Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying. Good work, seeing that. The only problem is seeing the hole in her armour."

Solomon had spent far too long teaching the teenage acolytes at the Temple to make the mistake of forbidding something. Usually that only provoked them. He liked children; he honestly did. He liked how they saw things most adults couldn't, and were young and inexperienced enough to be determined about their goals. Most of the other clerics preferred to forget they ever were young, which was ironic, given that none of them wanted to get old.

"Not really," Solomon said dryly. "None of them believe in Christmas. They're rather like Skulduggery in that regard." He flashed her a small smile. At least, one in her direction. "I got a lot of practice at decorating quickly."

Never let it be said that necromancers were not incredibly petty.