My point is... like a week ago Caitlin made a really impassioned defense of your ability to have fun. She was totally insistent. Now, I figure you've got two options.

[ Cisco pulls his device from his pocket, clicks through to Caitlin's inbox before raising his eyes to Harry again, smiling. He's probably pushing his luck here. But also: he does not care. What would life be without a little harmless trolling? ]

Either I text Caitlin and tell her she was wrong... or you meet me in the pit.

[ He raises his eyebrows in challenge. ]

What's it gonna be?