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[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"This is Margo. Glad you called! Now make like a millennial or even a goddamn zoomer and leave me a text message."

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[not_a_goddamn_princess]

and don’t even think about giving him snacks again. Even you don’t have enough bad shit in your repertoire to keep him going for good.

[existencemisspent]

I'm not going to, Eliot sent. Faintly sulkily.

Then Margo was treated to a very long stretch of three dots and Eliot started and deleted any number of attempts to explain why he'd decided not to do it again without getting an 'I told you so' loud enough to be heard from orbit.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Oh, look. The three dots of Margo-had-been-totally-right.

She rolled her eyes and eyed her nails. She could give him a few more moments before she rubbed it in.

[existencemisspent]

Eliot finally decided on the spell was a tightrope. almost too much for one magician

There. Put in a little bit of a dig of "well maybe if I had help" to go with the whole eating crow thing.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

You’ve got a funny way of writing ‘I’m sorry, Margo, you were right’.

She was not moved.

[existencemisspent]

It had admittedly been a long shot.

Eliot heaved a dramatic sigh -- not that she could see it.

you were right. but I wasn't wrong to try.