Irish favoured him with an impatient glance. “Then get to it already. Why on earth did you show up to give me more to do?”

Tim tried not to smile, considering what he was about to ask. “I think your ex-boyfriend is starting the zombie apocalypse.”

His attempt at not smiling perhaps conveyed the wrong sort of tone to his sentence, because in no way did Irish react with the appropriate gravitas. “Please.”

“I’m actually being serious.”

“The self proclaimed master of the knowledge about necromancy? You know just as well as I do, Timothy. Heherson doesn’t practice necromancy. He’s like you, except for the fact that he actually has knowledge about it even though he doesn’t do anything.”

“There aren’t any other necromancers in all of Saltdale. I know enough to say that someone can’t just move in and start raising the dead. Something about displacement?” Or was it because the process took a long time? Tim didn’t know the details, but he easily succeeded in not showing Irish that he had no idea what he was talking about. He was still fairly certain that was the case.