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“No, anything but that!” Apollo wailed, scrambling desperately backwards on hands and knees. “Not the green rocks!” He backed himself against the wall, covering his face with his hands in an adequate imitation of pants-wetting fear. Jenny advanced inexorably, giggling madly.
“I think they’re blue, actually,” Midnighter said from where he was lounging on the couch. Jenny, confused, halted her rampage. Apollo pulled his hands away from his face and shot him a crabby look.
“Ignore your dad, sweetie, they’re green. Agh, horrible green rocks!”
“I think they’re turquoise,” Angie added.
Jenny was pondering her rock now with a deep frown. “Turkey rock?” she asked.
“Stop confusing her,” Apollo said. “It’s green, honey,” he added to Jenny.
“No,” Midnighter said, rolling smoothly off the couch and moving to crouch behind Jenny. She immediately held up the rock for him to inspect and he obediently examined it. “Papa’s confused, Jen. They’re definitely blue.”
Apollo rolled his eyes. “Fine. It’s blue. Now use your incredible, genius computer brain and tell me what a blue rock does. Does it hypnotize me? Give me hallucinations? Make me an asshole?”
Midnighter tossed one of the rocks lightly up and down, testing its weight. “I think,” he mused, “it makes you lose all your powers.”
“Isn’t that what the green one does?” Angie asked.
“No, no. That one causes me excruciating pain.”
“Weird games you two play with your kid,” she muttered. “Anyway, that’s boring. I think it should turn you into a turkey. What? Come on, that’s gotta be easier for you. I mean, do you even remember what a normal human can do?”
Apollo pulled a face, then shot Midnighter a questioning look. Midnighter shrugged.
“It’s Jenny’s game,” Angie said firmly. “She should decide.”
Midnighter gave Jenny her rocks back and she promptly threw them in the air. She fumbled the catch, but still. Pretty good. She picked them up and turned them over in her hands, examining them from every angle and possibly from some that only existed for her.
"Turkey rock,“ she confirmed.
"Uuuuurgh,” Apollo said, flopping backwards dramatically. “We really need to start finding rocks that work on your dad.”
Midnighter smirked at him and pushed Jenny forward. She giggled and tottered forward, waving her rocks meaningfully.
“Umm. Gobble gobble?”