(also, for all the people who read the transcript of the lovely philomytha or listened to the interview, there’s two paragraphs more on the blog version, so you might want to check it out)
no seriously those two dorks tried to get Varvara drunk
WHAT WERE YOU EVEN THINKING
I mean okay I see how Peter would be naive enough to try but Nightingale son I am disappoint
I am always imagining Nightingale sitting somewhere in the corner while Varvara and Peter drink those two vodka bottles (someone has to keep an eye on them after all), just quietly shaking his head and trying to read while his apprentice gets terribly drunk.
My roommate and I are really sick and we look like shit, but we were hungry so we ordered pizza. But we didn’t want anyone to see us, so we asked them over the phone if we can leave the money on the door and they can just drop off the pizza.
The guy said sure.
So we decided to leave a nice little note
and we hung it above the door bell. I hope they like it!
“You can’t call them black magicians,” I said.
“You realize that we’re using black in its metaphorical sense here,” said Nightingale.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Words change what they mean, don’t they? Some people would call me a black magician.”
“You’re not a magician,” he said. “You’re barely even an apprentice.”
“You’re changing the subject,” I said.
“What should we call them?” he asked patiently.
“Ethically challenged magical practitioners,” I said.
Peter Grant from Moon over Soho, written by Ben Aaronovitch
It’s this kind of witty dialgoue that makes the Rivers of London series brilliant. I adore that this series really captures the multi-racial aspect of London.