"Anyway," I said, glancing between them, "did you two decide not to fight, or is this just a temporary ceasefire while you plot each other's doom?"
Rachel and Cecilia exchanged looks. It was the kind of silent communication that only came from years of knowing exactly how much you could annoy someone before they actually snapped. Finally, they both nodded.
"Yeah, we're equal in strength, so fighting wouldn't benefit either of us," Rachel said primly, though the way her eyes darted toward Cecilia suggested she wasn't entirely done with the idea. "Though I still want to smite her."
Cecilia shrugged, a picture of unbothered chaos as she flicked a stray leaf from her sleeve. "Please, Ray-Ray, you shouldn't be so mad about what I did. I mean, all I said wa—"
