Technologically Questionable

“Okay so, south, fish tacos, Pico de gallo, and some sun … and no checking emails for the next 48 hours?” Mathias asked, giving his twin a level look.

“Emails, how arcane are you?” Cyd scoffed. “I won’t check my texts, whatsapp or snaps, or … I will try, but not promise to go semi-digital detox for 48 hours.”

“What what snap now? Are you casting a spell? No spell casting at the table.” Mathias said, giving Cyd a blank look. “Emails aren't a thing? Since when?”

“They still exist, but then so do fax machines. No one really uses them. Or maybe sleepers use them. Too easy to hack into either. And Bella’s more the sort to call.” Cyd clarified.

“I don't think anyone uses fax machines and if they do they’re lying.” Mathias chuckled. “At least wait till you’re recharged before picking up a call from her. You can't hold a glamour. I'm exhausted and every time she calls something ends up exploding that has nothing to do with me.”

“It’s Bela - she finds a way to get what she wants,” Cyd shrugged. “And she pays well, it’s hard to turn down sometimes.”

“Don't say that too loudly you'll friggin summon her!” Mathias chuckled with a wry smile as he ate his eggs.

“That’s only at 3 am,” Cyd joked. “Like Candyman, or Blood Mary.”

“Look when most things that go bump in the night say, what's wrong with you it's late… you know you're the problem.” Mathias said in a fit of giggles.

“I’ll simplify it,” She teased, draining her coffee mug. “You Mathias, are always the problem.”

“Me?” Mathias scoffed. “Someone didn’t get enough bacon this morning.”