[Oh, look, it's Zatanna! She's sitting up on
a pretty awesome bed in a long, thin green t-shirt and she's either wearing the shortest pair of shorts ever or... well, not. Too bad the way she's got her legs crossed obscures any chance of finding out. The room is dimly lit by the faint glow of a lamp on the nightstand beside her; a pile of books can be seen, but the perspective makes it so the spines aren't visible. They're probably something nerdy and esoteric.]
You know, I've been here well over a year now. Had a bit of an impromptu spiel on the subject, but my mind's been on other things lately. [Some of them, she'd rather not talk about.] Like this heatwave, blech. I think it's about time to install a pool in the backyard... I guess this is where I say, "drink lots of water and don't forget the sunscreen," right?
...but who am I kidding? Stay inside and crank the AC. Like me. [Truly, she is the wisest woman in all of the City.]
[ENCRYPTED TO DOCTOR STRANGE]
Hey, Stephen. How do you feel about crepes? And more specifically, eating them?