[You know that it is considered polite to give more than one hour's notice that you plan to host a formal party for four thousand on someone else's ship, right?] Celia's Love broadcast when they got the news.
[You have a hundred thousand and some people on that Destroyer. I'm sure you have enough staff to host a simple party. We will be over in a half hour with the Rum.] Nico replied.
[You know, this is why they call you the evil one, right?]
Nico laughed at the clearly frustrated text message.
[This time it was Commander Max's idea. But I should let you get to work preparing a room for the event. See you soon.]
Max laughed as he watched the two of them argue over a situation that he caused, but there really wasn't a way around it. His ship wasn't big enough, and a party was only good manners after a successful test.