Lennon was somewhere in the middle when he decided to stretch out on a squishy platform to rest, stretching his arms over his head. It felt pretty sweet after all that walking to get here, and he exhaled a sigh as he arched his back slightly, pointed his toes and then lay flat again. "My guess would be you might be the best at riddles," he said to Felix. The other man seemed to grasp ideas and solutions almost immediately, and Lennon would bet he'd have more skill at coming up with a riddle than either him or Marco.
"Also yes to swimming," he said, raising one hand as if called on in class. Ball sweat was a thing, and he was definitely feeling the need for some fresh cool water.