( Fool, Ratio says, and Aventurine can't help but give a soft, amused huff at that. Typical Veritas Ratio, and Goddess does Aventurine love him. He brings Ratio's hand, clasped in his, to his mouth to press a kiss against his knuckles. To feel the warmth and know that the man he adores is still alive. )

Ratio. We've worked together long enough that you should know my luck is as real and true as anything. Are you saying I should, what? Pre-empt it?