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“Are you ticklish?” Abel asked, but he didn’t give them a chance to answer, moving to tickle them anyway, because he was way too many drinks in, and every conversation so far had been about thirteen and the new rules introduced, he was bored, and a little sad for them, a little sad for himself and nine too, because it just meant the odds were even worse now.  

“I believe congratulations are in order,” Pluto said, giving a slight raise of her glass. She offered the ghost of a smile and continued on, “That was an impeccable showing you put on there – but you probably already know that from talking to everyone – how are you feeling about it all?”