Lennon grabs the bar with a hand and both of her legs make a circle over the back of her head. Then she swings herself up so she’s on her hands with her back arching and her feet touching the back of her head. She looks up at him. “Is something wrong? Did I mess up?” She grins. “Maybe my towel will drop and you can get a proper look.”

Zenith purses her lips. “Maybe a movie or something? Oh! Do you like to read?”