"And Aunt Barbara wonders where I get it from," Lena grumbled.
No, she really didn't. Lena was abusing the sarcasm that Barbara abused.
"Yes, you do. It's not normal, but it's sweet." Lena made a face. "And overly. Mom spends a lot more time in Santa Cruz these days, since she can commute to... um. The training facility." No giving away *real* secrets. "Just as easily as from New Gotham. What are you doing this weekend, aside from weirding out Aunt Piper?"
"Duh. That's just a weird thing with her world, like monkeys that talk," Lena said dismissively. "I know better, Dad." She grinned. "Do you want to talk to Mom?"
"'kay." Lena grinned from ear to ear. "Maybe we'll talk to you later this weekend.'Til then, bye. Love you, Daddy."
She handed the phone over to Dinah, who took it and went out on the balcony, shutting the door behind her. "So. Yeah. She's... here, let me send you a photo." She sent more than one, just so Priestly could see her. "She's the same as she was two years ago. Just, you know. Twice the size and age."
"I knooow. We wear the same size shoes! And tops! But not jeans, I'm still taller, at least." Dinah leaned against the outside wall, shaking her head. "She's so pretty," she said, keeping her voice really low. "And I think Berto's crushing on her. It's weird. But awesome. But weird." She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "We're crashing in 'Dite's suite. She knows where everything is. It's like getting a little sister. I think she's kind of freaked too, even if she's hiding it."
"Dude, if I ended up meeting my parents as teenagers? I'd be freaked out, too. At least she knows what's going on? It's gotta be a little easier the second time around, right?"
Words from him nearly as good as an in-person hug. Dinah squeezed her eyes shut, still smiling, chest tight. "Yeeeah. Go. Say hi to Tish for me. And Piper. Love you... Bye."
She clicked off the phone, but stayed out on the balcony a minute, getting her bearings for dealing with someone possibly even more exuberant than she was.
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No, she really didn't. Lena was abusing the sarcasm that Barbara abused.
"Yes, you do. It's not normal, but it's sweet." Lena made a face. "And overly. Mom spends a lot more time in Santa Cruz these days, since she can commute to... um. The training facility." No giving away *real* secrets. "Just as easily as from New Gotham. What are you doing this weekend, aside from weirding out Aunt Piper?"
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"You should come visit Fandom," she wheedled. "And oh, have you gone to Mongolia yet?... not that you have to. But you might to. Just saying..."
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She handed the phone over to Dinah, who took it and went out on the balcony, shutting the door behind her. "So. Yeah. She's... here, let me send you a photo." She sent more than one, just so Priestly could see her. "She's the same as she was two years ago. Just, you know. Twice the size and age."
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Like a teenager? Yes. Yes, they did.
"That's just . . . uncanny."
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It was always easier to deal with this stuff when Priestly was here.
"I'll text you updates if anything even weirder comes up."
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"I will. And I may randomly show up and demand that we go drinking afterward." She sighed. "Talk to you soon, Priestly."
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She clicked off the phone, but stayed out on the balcony a minute, getting her bearings for dealing with someone possibly even more exuberant than she was.