"Huh, that's got to be a trip." No Necrolord, no skeletons sauntering everywhere, no bone magic, no Lyctors... It's sounding like paradise at this point.

Gideon also becomes sliiiightly aware that maybe she's said something very wrong because Cassandra is looking at Gideon like she's just watched her eat a bug and now she's trying to be cool about it.

"I'm not a necromancer." Gideon says, very specifically and as nonchalantly as one can when attempting to insist that you metaphorically were eating a chocolate raisin, not a bug. "Honestly, I got shanghaied into the whole thing. My mother crashlanded on the wrong planet and I got stuck as an indentured servitude."