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[raptorcanaria]

Dinah comes up from the garage, wiping grease off her hands onto a rag, which she leaves with the bar in exchange for an egg cream. It's not really a fair trade.

She's dressed for shop work: hair pulled back from her face, dirty jeans and a Green Lantern T-shirt that's stained from where she's wiped her hands as she went.

Go on, ask her if she can recite the oath.

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[thenewblack]

"I've had the last one happen already. Here I mean."

No one was transformed into anything! Artemis's grasp of Greek myth calls this a win.

"It was... vaguely awkward."

[raptorcanaria]

"Well, you do have the excuse of it being your name," Dinah says. "Lots of people are named after gods."

[thenewblack]

"And most of them never meet," counters Artemis, "But being able to blame Dad is convenient if nothing else."

[raptorcanaria]

"When in doubt, blame your parents," Dinah agrees. "It gets me through a lot."

[thenewblack]

Artemis snorts. That goes on the list of things she never expected to hear from any color of Canary.

"That is a terrible plan for a whole host of reasons I'm not going to go into."

[raptorcanaria]

"Alright," Dinah says easily. "I won't ask."

She has some sense, after all.

[thenewblack]

"Thanks."