Freedom!

[zee_zatara]

Zatanna dragged herself into one of the many parlors that Shadowcrest had. Her fishnets were torn, her tuxedo jacket ragged, and her hair a total mess. She breathed in deeply and plopped herself down into an overstuffed armchair. She flicked a wrist at the fireplace and a small fire started crackling. She took in a deep breath, trying to recuperate

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[mucous_magus]

He doesn't really say anything in response. Mostly because he knows that she's nowhere near finished--hell, she ain't started yet.

Zatanna has that look. They're going to argue before things even start to get better.

[zee_zatara]

She waits a beat, a bit surprised.

Really? Not a word? Not a single thing to say?

She raises an eyebrow. "I'm not going to chew you out, John. It's been...I don't have the energy to chew you out right now."

[mucous_magus]

He looks at her, and thinks for a moment.

He wasn't just speaking because he thought she was going to pick a fight. He's not really sure what to say.

"Thank your cousin, really. He did the work--I just helped him out."

[zee_zatara]

"I know, but thanking him would only serve to balloon his ego even more. At his age, it's not something that he needs. Especially at this point in his career."

Hassan brings in the tea and places it on the coffee table between John and Zee. There's also a plate of food. Zatanna grabs a finger sandwich and tears into it, chewing hungrily for a moment.

"We need to talk, though. Which are the worst possible words in any language, but..." she shrugs. "A lot's happened recently. None of it good."

Yeah, Z. That's an understatement.