Ingress is doing fine, she thinks, as she sits down, and then slides over a little because she wasn’t quite aimed the most accurately. She repositions herself and sits straight and prim.

Or as prim as a woman in a skin tight superhero costume can be.

“You’re so sweet, thank you.” She takes a tiny sip of Atlantean and sighs.

“I wish I still had birthday parties here because you’d both be invited, and we’d have such fun.”