Eliot stared at her, expression blatently disbelieving. "Giant space rhinos on the moon," he echoed. And yet she looked completely serious. His hands rose as if warding off another example. "I asked." Even demons would look normal next to that.
"That'll be just about the time we all get sent back. Then I get committed." He took the ritual from her. "I've picked up maybe five words in my lifetime. Doesn't look like they're on here." He glanced up over the edge of the page. "So no pea soup then."