You must be the Immortals.”
Jamal and Milo looked puzzled, as expected. I nodded with great earnestness from behind Cirrus. Just say yes.
Milo clued in first. “Yes,” he said.
“That’s us,” said Jamal, dutifully mimicking my bobbing head.
“Very cool,” said Cirrus.
Milo and Jamal exploded with gasps of nerd pleasure bordering on the profane. They were unaccustomed to this word cool, and now laved at it like dogs discovering fallen chocolate.
I pantomimed a dual-blade decapitation with my hands. Knock it off.
They stopped. They awaited further instruction.
I lowered downward-facing palms slowly, as if calming a cross-eyed horse. Be cool