"Hmmm," Venus hums in consideration. CC's shirt is even more revealing than Venus's, and she can see her collarbones in the faint light from the crack of the doorway. It would be a good place to put glitter, or to kiss, she thinks in that order.

"Hadlee," she contributes eventually, before taking another pause to think again. "Who's a better kisser, Marty or Noah?" she asks, like only one of them can go on the list.