Skulduggery. Then all they were missing would be Dexter and Rover. Ghastly, still, wasn't sure whether this merited laughing or crying, and as such settled for neither.

Water. He could do water.

Ghastly lifted a hand and pulled water out of the air, condensing it bit by bit into the pot Anton held out. It was a soothing sort of thing to focus on, and something he was practiced enough with that even in the midst of all the confusion he could still manage it credibly. "Tell me when," he said, not quite at the right angle to see the interior of the pot.

It was better, also, than standing in the corner and shifting awkwardly. They should have felt easier than this, back together again.