Really, it had been a good phone. It spoke more network languages than the average tech and its vocal dial out requests usually worked on the second try. It was purple and sparkly and light and it had the hook for her several dozen charms built right in. OK, well, perhaps it wasn't light given that last one and the sparkle wasn't quite what it had once been.

"Imma miss you," she said to the phone. "We knew this couldn't last forever, but still."

With that, she poured herself some milk, hit it with its own weight in malt, stirred that up and offered Acantha a toast.

"Imma miss you too. Your waaay spooky, but ish fun!"