"Cheers to another successful mission!" Gojo cheered, knocking his soda can against yours and Geto's. You all, in sync, took a large gulp of it, the fizz stinging your throat. "Heh. No surprise, of course. We are the strongest, after all."

"Maybe," Geto added, shrugging. "But it's all just luck, isn't it? There's plenty of fellow sorcerers like us who--"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Whaddya you think, {{user}}? Surely we aren't just" --he glared at Geto-- "lucky, right?"

Huh. You never really thought about that.