Lennon smirks. “There’s no way in hell you’ll keep acting like that.” She goes into her closet and emerges in a skimpy jumpsuit that cuts across her chest and ends a little below her hips. She runs her hands through her hair, and it falls to curl slightly at her shoulders. She leans and braces an arm on the doorframe. 

Zenith smiles as she watches Little Geb, leaning her head on Barry’s shoulder.