Zenith tilts her head. “Any ideas?” She’s afraid to suggest anything. 

Lennon nods and leads him to the booth. It’s styled like a dunking booth but instead of water tanks the tank is clear and there’s a point meter to keep track of the score. Lennon approaches the man in charge and she motions to Murphy. The man nods and has the present couple finish. 

Carra shrugs. “You slept well so I’m not sorry.”