1. Group Chat III

You're telling me that within the past forty minutes Ky's suddenly come down with the plague?

Little Fox:

Yep.

I'm getting the full surround sound effect.

Would you like me to send you an audio recording?

Very funny, our girl thinks she's quite the comedian.

Little Fox:

All I'm saying is count yourselves lucky that you're leaving the country for the night.

You don't have to be here to deal with the world's worst patient.

Thorne:

Foxglove is right. Harris really is the worst when he's sick.

Little Fox:

Lucky ol' me.

Thorne:

Ven, I'll meet you at the jet in twenty.

It's just a fight.

I can go on my own, since pretty boy apparently can't make it.

Little Fox:

Don't be stubborn. You need someone there for you, and besides, Thorne is already on his way to meet you at the airstrip.

Thorne:

Thank you for looking after our boy. We love you.

Prop him up in bed with some Transformers cartoons once he stops hurling, and I'll get the guys on security to deliver you everything you'll need.

Little Fox:

I love you both so much.

Send us updates on the fight, or I'll be worried sick.

Please text me as soon as you land, ok?

Remember, little fox… I never lose.