‘You black-hearted guttersnipe.’ Winter tilted his head to one side. ‘Guttersnipe? If I’m a guttersnipe, then surely you are a cabbage-headed fribble.’ ‘I’ve never heard of a fribble before,’ I commented. ‘I’m going to assume it doesn’t mean supreme being of gorgeousness.’ ‘That would be a correct assumption.’ He eyed me. ‘Not bad for a cow-handed gadabout.’ Darn it, he was much better at insults than I was.
