She had spent the whole of the previous day being chased by a perverted tentacle monster across intergalactic television. But she had managed to comfort herself in the fact that most people wouldn't recognize her and certainly wouldn't recognize her as the Black Canary. Sullenly, she was stretched out on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching the only thing that was on-- more of these damn challenges.
Eff Mojo and eff his challenges and eff her super secret Kung Fu diet. She would do whatever she wanted because she was an adult, thank you very much, and no one could tell her what to do. So she was watching the challenges looking for some kind of clue as to how to get to Mojo and kick his ass royally when the phone rang.
She nearly fell off the couch trying to stretch for it (so much for adult coordination) and looked at the speed dial. At least it was one of her favorite people in the world.
"Hi baby." She answered, her voice sounding different, a little higher, less mature, "I'm 17 again. I forgot how much being a teenager sucks. What are you up to?"