“Gary,” Jason said. “You just gave me a little atheist chubby.” “Little, huh?” Neil said. “I hope you didn’t disappoint—” “Neil,” Clive said, “I swear to your god, if you say a damn thing about my imaginary wife, your life will become a plague of tiny, hard-to-find ritual magic. Why is Neil’s cloud bed so itchy? Turns out there’s a tiny ritual circle. Why does Neil keep sneezing? Turns out there’s a tiny ritual circle. Why do Neil’s clothes never quite fit? No ritual circle; he just keeps wearing the clothes his aunt sends him.” “What do you expect me to do?” Neil asked. “She just keeps
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