“Ask away.” “Have you got any experience of whittling? Y’know, carving things out of wood?” “As it happens, I have.” “Be more specific with your questioning, Sunshine. He probably whittles every spare moment of his life. He probably wins whittling competitions.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not trying to beat him in a bet, Carrion. I want him to be good at it.” Lorreth’s booming laughter rang out into the encroaching night. “In that case, then yes. I’m more than good. I’m fucking excellent.”
