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The Aerie One is a common enough sight at the Cooper farm - it barely raises an eyebrow for a massive jet to use the remaining roads as a runway, not when there's still a castle and a cruise ship towering over the fields.

Zinda is lounging in a deck chair by the fold-out stairs, in a very glamorous but utterly impractical bikini, with a giant pair of sunglasses and a cocktail.

Her cocktail has an umbrella in it. It's traditional.

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Dinah tolerates the wolf-whistle and treats Zinda to a saucy wink.

"I'm certain we can. Whether we can convince her not to take her computers, I don't know.

"This might call for a kidnapping."

"I think you might be right!"

Grinny Zinda is grinny, and far too excited about this.

"I'll hide the computers if you wrestle her into the plane." This is a good deal, right?

"Hey, why do I have to be the one risking physical injury?"

"You're the prettiest," Zinda points out sweetly. (This is only ever said when she wants something.)

"Ooh, or - you know where Nightwing's swinging these days? Betcha he could get her outta her chair."

"I don't think we want her out of her chair," Dinah points out. "Just the chair in a prettier place."

"No, no, definitely out. Skipper's got all sorts of computers plugged into that thing. We want her in a deckchair on the beach," Zinda says firmly.

"OK," Dinah agrees.

"I'm sure Nightwing's fluttering about somewhere round here. Think he'll bring his sidekick?"

"He's got a sidekick now?" Zinda lifts one eyebrow. "Who?"

"Oh you've seen her," says Dinah, having no idea if this is true or not. "Little Chinese girl, dressed like a Robin, follows him everywhere he goes?"

"Oh, that one? I liked her," Zinda says, grinning. "She's got spunk. She's invited, if she wants t'be."

"I'll make sure he knows," Dinah says.

"And Hal. Green Lantern's coming too."

So there.

"Green Lantern's here?" Zinda brightens. "Why haven't I seen 'im? What's he doin'?"

"I think he's meeting all the young women on the farm," Dinah suggests.

"Don't worry, your turn will come."

Zinda laughs. "Ooh, I hope so."

Awkward silence that lasts a beat.

"...OK, but I never want to hear about it."

"Hey," Zinda protests, "that man is one good-lookin' sailor. You sure you wouldn't wanna hear?"

"He's one good looking sailor who happens to be the closest I have on this world to a brother," Dinah says. "You guys can have all the kinky pilot sex you like, but leave me out of it."

"Awwww, damn." Zinda pouts mightily. "So you wouldn't know if his will really is ... all that strong, then."

Dinah gives Zinda a look that portrays all the shock and appallment she can muster.

SHOCKED AND APPALLED.

Zinda sips her drink innocently.

"I hear he can construct anything with that ring," she remarks.

Dinah clears her throat.

"As long as your underwear's not yellow."

"Huh, yeah." Zinda is suddenly thoughtful.

"Does that mean he can't do nothin' about the Japanese?"

World War II Zinda is World War II.

Dinah's grin fades just enough for her to effectively facepalm.

"Do me a favour, Lady B. Never say something like that again."

Zinda eyeballs her doubtfully, and then the lightbulb goes off.

"Ah, yeah. Sorry."

This political-correctness thing is hard to get the hang of okay.

Dinah understands! She just also doesn't want to hear it.

"It's weird though. I hardly expected any more people from our world to come through, after us."