Gideon, whose entire knowledge of the world revolves around a memory of the contents of a series of dirty magazines about a Second House rah-rah-the-empire! necromancer falling in love with a Fifth House nerd cavalier (both of whose jackets are fantastically low cut), has a revelation.

Her entire face changes, and she's hitting herself for not having seen it earlier. Gideon jumps back away from the edges of the graveyard so fast it's as if the ground burnt her.

"Fuck," she breathes. "You're a fucking necro."