The silence that followed was the kind that only ever existed between three people, two of them divine, one of them desperately trying not to throw something expensive.
Elias blinked slowly, setting his tablet down on the desk as though the conversation had just taken a turn so absurd it required both hands free to process. "You just dropped 'half the coast will collapse,' and then said, 'but first help me with Connor.'" He gestured vaguely at Uno. "Do you hear yourself when you talk, or do you outsource the logic?"
Uno's smile didn't waver, though his tone shifted just slightly, a faint crack of impatience threading through. "I can handle Poseidon later. The ocean will exist tomorrow. Connor might not pick up the phone by then."
Victor pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly, the universal gesture for divine exasperation. "You really have no sense of priority."
"I have perfect priority," Uno replied smoothly. "Connor first. Oceans second."
