Okay, cool. I'm gonna tell Harrow flesh magic's your favorite.

[ You know, as a bit. Gideon frankly does not care about what God thinks of skeletons. That's nerd shit.

At his comment about Harrow, Gideon blinks, a touch surprised. Does this mean -- did he know she hated the biscuits this whole time? Does he know that Harrow hates flavors, and also smells? Surely not. ]

Yeah, this really isn't her thing. I do wanna bring her back something, though. Like -- [ Gideon frowns, searching for the right word, and lands on a phrase she's only ever read in comics ] -- a party favor? Yeah.