The smirk was quick to leave Ghent's face. Within seconds, Elayra went from angry and annoyed to deadly and calculating. This wasn't quite the reaction he'd hoped for.
	"I wasn't bested by the puddle," he began to argue until his eyes caught the glint of the dagger he regretted giving back. "I was...bested by the slide." [i]Man.[/i] She was scarier than Drust. 
	Unnerved by her too-calm expression, Ghent cleared his throat nervously. "So...what's a katoka? Or would I be better off not knowing until tomorrow?" After what he'd learned so far, rest wouldn't come easily. The shadowmire's had been bad enough, but when he saw the way Elayra was eyeing the jagged blade, Ghent decided to sleep with one eye open. 
	"Uh...[i]anyways[/i]...I should probably call my parents so they don't panic." Ghent hoped this would be excuse enough for him to avoid being stabbed. Cautiously, he started to reach for the phone that had acted as their only source of light. He wasn't sure what to tell them; he'd avoided that thought for the better part of the evening. Even though magic worked on Earth, he very much doubted Wonderland picked up any wi-fi. It was now or never.