“As it happens, I’m inclined to agree with your analysis.” He offers a small smile. “Thank you for your support, and allow me to return it. I may not be the Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus, but I’ll try to keep the ghosts off your back.”

Pal freezes with his spoon of ice cream halfway to his mouth, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead. “Nice of you to give her a laugh. I’m sure she needed it.”