Lynn and Leni's costume

>"Leni, I need someone to be in this horse costume but Lincoln already said no."
>Lynn held up the two ends of the horse costume.
>She and Lincoln had been a horse for three years running. Him saying no was an unprecedented decision that threw the entire house into disarray.
>Having to ask Leni was just salt in the wound.
>The rusty gears in Leni's head squealed for a moment as they struggled to turn.
>"I"ll be in the horse costume if you let me be the jockey."
>Leni walked into a wall before walking outside, with Lynn following behind.
>"I have, like, the perfect jockey costume for me!"
>"Leni, I can't carry you all day! That's impossible! You're too heavy!"
>"I am not fat!" Leni shouted indignantly.
>"Your ass is!" shouted Luna from the window, prompting Leni to pull down her dress from the back as she turned red.
>"I'm, like, not gonna, so, like, deal with it!"
>Leni turned away before realizing she had no idea what she came outside for.
>Or what she was doing in the first place.
>Leni ran into the fence.
>Slowly, but surely, the gears in Leni's head kicked on and her brain began to embrace its creative side.
>"Lyndolin! I totes know what we could go for our halloween costume!"
>Lynn groaned.
>"Let's be a Cigarette!"
>Lynn couldn't be more confused.
>"No, wait, even better! I can be a mat-of-door and you can be a bull!"
>Lynn thought for a moment shrugged.
>It was better than being the ass end of a horse, or a horse carrying a jockey, or a cigarette.
>Whatever that meant.