Amusing WIP Chunk.
Ariadne shrugged. “Well, since you’re the extractor I suppose it’s going to be some kind of Nordic death metal.”
A wicked quicksilver grin flashed across Arthur’s face. “Or the Best of Queen,” he said, and Eames had to hide his laughter behind one of Arthur’s dossiers when he caught the reference. Christian put his book down to shoot him a look of vague disbelief and horror, and had been about to open his mouth to protest when Ariadne cut him off.
“Don’t you know any music you leave in a car turns into the Best of Queen after two weeks?” she said.
Christian’s stare was blank and uncomprehending. “This is some kind of inside joke.”
Ariadne crossed over to the couch, stared at him over the cover of his book. “Please tell me you’ve read Good Omens. Neil Gaiman. Terry Pratchett.”
“That would be a no,” he said as he went back to reading his novel. It was something in Russian from the Cyrillic print on the cover, but Eames was not close enough to pick it out.
“Have you been living under a rock all this time?” Ariadne asked him, aghast.
“This is Christian we’re talking about. He brings his own rock wherever he goes,” Eames said shortly before he had to duck when Christian threw his copy of Anna Karenina across the room at him.
- Mel