Parzival: Yes! Hey! I can’t believe you finally responded to one of my chat requests. Art3mis: Only to ask you to cut it out. It’s a bad idea for us to start chatting. Parzival: Why? I thought we were friends. Art3mis: You seem like a great guy. But we’re competitors. Rival gunters. Sworn enemies. You know the drill. Parzival: We don’t have to talk about anything related to the Hunt.… Art3mis: Everything is related to the Hunt. Parzival: Come on. At least give it at shot. Let’s start over. Hi, Art3mis! How have you been? Art3mis: Fine. Thanks for asking. You? Parzival: Outstanding. Listen, why are we using this ancient text-only chat interface? I can host a virtual chat room for us. Art3mis: I prefer this. Parzival: Why? Art3mis: As you may recall, I tend to ramble in real time. When I have to type out everything I want to say, I come off as less of a flibbertigibbet. Parzival: I don’t think you’re a flibbertigibbet. You’re enchanting. Art3mis: Did you just use the word “enchanting”?
