Carra manages a smile. “Yep. How are you eating this?”

Lennon squeaks a little and awkwardly rolls off of Murphy. “Well that was rude,” she grins to Barry. “Unless it’s your turn.” She smiles at Zenith, making her blush. She shrugs in answer to Murphy. “Beats me.”

Zenith introduces them. “Murphy, Krinka. Krinka, Murphy. Murphy, Simon. Simon, Murphy. Lennon, Krinka. Krinka, Lennon. Lennon, Simon. Simon, Murphy,” she sighs, a little exhausted. 

Lennon frowns at Krinka, then she looks at Murphy’s expression. “Or he just [i]doesn’t know you[/i].”