Lennon smiles. “Don’t you know me by now? I don’t usually have a plan, I just go where the wind takes me.” She laughs at her joke, and takes his hand. “Do you like circuses?”

Carra nods thoughtfully, calculating prices mentally. “$500,” Bert says the starting price. Carra grins. “You dirty old scumbag,” she begins to barter with him. 

Zenith sings softly.