The new group chat blinked alive, the title Glass Crackers sitting bold at the top of both screens.
Lucas: Welcome, gentlemen and ladies. Please keep hands and knives inside the cage at all times.
Mia: I hate you.
Lucas: Flattered.
A new notification chimed.
Serathine: …Lucas, why have you dropped me into another one of your war councils disguised as games?
Lucas: Because you adore me.
Serathine: Incorrect.
Lucas: Because you adore being right. And here, you will be.
Serathine: …Continue.
Another ping.
Cressida: At least rename me something flattering if I must participate. Glass Cracker makes me sound like a cheap ornament.
Lucas: You're the expensive kind of ornament. The one people kill over.
Cressida: Acceptable. Carry on.
Chris's icon stayed still at the bottom, no typing bubble, no reply. Mia stared at her phone like it might explode in her hand.
Mia: Lucas, this is reckless.
Lucas: Reckless is another word for productive.
Finally, Chris's name appeared.
