Star

Chapter 22- The Last Item

Coal had helped bandage Star's leg and they were in the progress of getting their last item on the list as dawn was about to break, the light shining in straight shapes through the decrypt windows of the cellar they were in.

"Great," Coal said, spinning slowly as he glared at Star. "Just great."

"Blaming me won't get us out of this," Star said, grateful the web she was in wasn't spinning as much.

"It'll me make feel better, though." Coal said, struggling against the webs that held him tight "Gods, what are these things made of?" he muttered.

"Silk," Star answered, which received another glare from Coal.

"What?" She said. "You asked."

Coal ignored her as he focused on getting himself out.

"Even if you cut your way out," Star said, "you'd fall. On your thick skull."

Coal stopped and looked at her. "Oh, really? Wow, who would have thought," he said and looked down at the floor. "We're upside down! Oh no, no, no."

"You're such a drama queen," she said, "and again, this one isn't my fault. How was I supposed to know she was a daughter of Anansi?"

Coal fumed. "It says so right there on the list, literally right there. 'Silk from a Daughter of Anansi'."

"Aha," Star said triumphantly, "and what are we covered in right now? Hmm? Webs that are made from silk from a Daughter of Anansi. You're welcome."

"You're an idiot."

"You look stupid upside down, you know. I mean, even more stupid than usual."

Coal raised an eyebrow. "I refuse to engage in your petty insult match even though I would clearly win. We need a plan."

Star would have shrugged if not for the thick layers of webbing that held her fast upside down in a spot beside Coal. Coal looked at the walls and said, "There's no way out that I can see that doesn't involve us falling to our deaths. But she said she was going to catch up on some show and then, come back for us."

"Game of Thrones," Star said, suddenly wishing she had been webbed up next to anyone, even the dry skeleton at the corner, instead of this, this man.

"Oh, oh," Coal said, nodding his head. "That."

"What do you mean, that?" Star asked, already dreading the answer she knew was coming. That didn't stop her from praying to the gods nonetheless; she had been surprised before.

"I don't know," he said, trying and failing to shrug. "I don't really watch it."

Star's mouth was open as the web spun her slowly in place. "You don't watch Game of Thrones?"

"It's really not that big of a—"

"It's the best show ever," she chided, "how can you not watch it."

"I don't know," he said, "I've had things to do, you know. Other things to catch up on."

"I can't believe this," she said. "If I could move my arms, I'd be using them to cover my face in shame, for your sake."

"That's not very—"

"It's literally the best show in the world, have you ever even tried it?"

"Well..." said Coal, thinking, "I did try one episode a few years back but it was boring so I just left it."

"See, that right there is the problem."