“We could move out here.”

Barnabas didn’t even have to think about it. “He’d find us.”

“You think so?”

“He could find me anywhere.”

“How?”

“Various ways. I don’t understand all of them, but he always knows what I’m up to.”

“Maybe he’s just guessing.”

“No.”

“What a creepy dude.”

Barnabas laughed. “He can fly, too, you know.”

“What, like on a broomstick?”

“Technically, he could. Not very dignified, though, I guess. He usually sits on a chair, elegantly floating about. Supposedly he used to use the dragon.”

“Dragon? How have you never mentioned a dragon?”

“He keeps it in the dungeon.”

“Right. Should have known. So, can you fly, then?”

“No. I tried a few times, in a bathtub, but it was too hard. It’s pretty painful.”

“It’d be pretty cute to fly around the world in a bathtub.”

“Yeah. We’d still get caught, though.”

“Aren’t we going to get caught as it is?”

“Yeah.”

“But it’s worth it, though, right?”

“Probably not.”

“Oh.” Vincent looked crestfallen.

“He will lock you up and torture you, just to torment me. Probably for an extended period of time.”

“Well,” Vincent held up a pastry, “at least we’ll have gotten to eat these delicious tarts.”