The good news was, Garnet wasn't really going for the hot tub. The bad news is, her agent, and he looked miffed at the sight of Greg just taking up all of the space. If Greg were Pride? Garnet could just order him out of the pool. She could do that, now. She could tell everyone to jump off a building, he told her.

"Hey." Garnet, instead, sat in a chair near the hot tub, reading a magazine, while her agent just circles the hot tub, waiting, annoyed. Not that she was complaining. Her visions confirm he wasn't getting in, and good. "Enjoying the hot tub there?"