[Master, that's cheating,] Levi deadpanned, her tone dry and laced with something between judgment and amused horror. [Like, straight-up cosmic fraud. You're actually thinking of robbing the literal law of balance.]
Parker didn't even blink. "Cheating is just... strategy with flair."
[Strategy with flair? That's your excuse for abusing the timeline like it's your personal piggy bank?]
"Look," he said, lifting the card to eye level, admiring it like a connoisseur about to sip a five-thousand-year-old bottle of wine. "If the universe wants to hand me a once-in-a-lifetime cheat code—fifty goddamn times the cashback, might I add—who am I to disrespect that opportunity by not exploiting it to the max?"
[You sound like a Bond villain. With a trust fund.]
"Correction: a Bond villain with infinite stats and a moral compass that spins like a drunk compass app."
[That's not something to brag about, Master.]
"It kinda is."
