“Okay. I’m done for now.”
—Stas
B: Not bad. I give Issac’s performance a seven point three. Points deducted for wearing boxers.
Issac: Fuck you.
B: Happily.
Luc: Hey, it’s time for the bachelor party, right?
B: Next book.
Luc: Damn. I was looking forward to that.
B: It’s coming. Pun intended.
Jay: I’ve been thinking about maybe sitting that one out.
B: That’s cute. No.
Alik: If he doesn’t have to go, then I don’t have to go.
B: Again, no. You’re both coming, plans are set, and we leave New Year’s Eve.
Stas: Um, that’s… Yeah, never mind.
Issac: What?
Stas: No, it’s fine. You all have fun.
Lizzie: Her birthday is January 1st.
Stas: Lizzie!
Lizzie: What? It’s your twenty-fifth, or would be, if you hadn’t… uh, yeah.
Issac: Then I’m staying with Aya.
B: Right, again, no. You’re all attending, and I’ll have you back for her birthday the next day.
Luc: Perfect. Well, I do believe our work here is done.
B: Yep. I thought it went pretty well.
Luc: Me too. Until next time, readers.
B: Much love to you all.
Jay: Thanks for hanging around.
Lizzie: Bye, everyone.
Issac: Cheers.
Stas: See you all soon.
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Leela: How long until she realizes Issac can bite her?
Stark: Hopefully, not anytime soon.
Leela: Spoken like a true—
Stark: Don’t say it.
Leela: Why not?
Ezekiel: Spoiler, obviously. Let them figure it out themselves.
Leela: Ugh, it’s taking too long.
Stark: Then stop talking so our creator can continue with the next book.
Leela: Huh, fair point. All right, I’m out.
Stark: Likewise.
Ezekiel: Peace.