"No," Daniel starts, holding up a hand. He gestures to Henley as he continues, "No, those'll be for her"

"Hey," Henley protest, pressing her lips into a thin, angry line. She's no more upset than Merritt or Daniel are serious, but that doesn't stop her from going along with it -- or the mental shove that accompanies the act.

Daniel not-quite-flinches, then pops his eyebrows in a shrug. "I'm not the one who, like, only has to think about the sun and bursts into flames."