Turtle & Canary; Saturday [10/06].

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Summer was slumped slightly over the counter at Turtle & Canary that Saturday, a frown creasing her forehead, fist cradled against her cheek as she watched her brother being a little too excited about helping Apu with a display for what was apparently National Noodle Day. Her problem, she realized, was just that she was thinking about it all too much, but she couldn't help herself. She couldn't look at this Morty or even listen to this Morty without thinking about how much time had passed since he died, since she learned that he had died and been replaced, and how much crap had happened in her life since then.

She had not been expecting to have this kind of perspective foisted on her when she woke up yesterday, that was for damn sure.

But just like when she went diving into Rick's dimension database or that time he'd introduced them to the dimension viewfinder and interdimensional cable (and, hey, wasn't that the day she'd found out about this Morty being buried in the backyard? And how about the fact that, as far as she knew, her parents didn't even know that their Morty wasn't really their Morty?), her mind went wandering in all sorts of directions, but most of them landed on how astonishingly innocent and pure this Morty seemed. Here was a Morty who'd never had a half-alien baby with a sex robot. Here was a Morty who'd never frozen time with her and their grampa so they could clean up after a major bender before their parents got home. A Morty whose parents had never divorced, a Morty who never helped free Earth from a multitude of galactic threats, a Morty who'd never eaten human flesh in a post-Apocalyptic dimension where he'd grown a sentient muscle-y arm bent on murderous revenge or given her totally misplaced advice about getting her shit together when all she was doing was trying to keep their grampa's teenaged clone from destroying him from the inside out.

Was she ever that pure and innocent? Then again, as Morty somehow managed to split open a bag of rigatoni in his hands and sent the dry pasta skittering all across the floor with that dumb expression of surprise on his face, she sighed and reminded herself that this was also the Morty who ruined her chances with Frank Palicky on numerous occasions, betrayed the whole human race to be a slave to their new sentient-dog overlords, helped blow up a giant homeless Santa Claus, and just about nearly ruined the entire world by trying to love-potion someone, which was not only super creepy and gross, but she'd also seen the results of the world when they hadn't managed to fix the mess it made, and, yeah. That dimension was a real piece of shit now.

So Summer just sighed and continued to just watch Morty with a feeling of boggled fascination as he scrambled around trying to help Apu clean up the rigatoni, which only lead to him knocking down the tower of pasta they'd so carefully constructed and making the mess a million times worse.

Like some big giant dumb metaphor....or something, that only emphasized what he'd told her last night: it really didn't matter which Morty or which Summer they wound up with, as long as they still had each other.

Which was pretty much what her current Morty had said when he told her about this one. So. Yeah.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
30% off all noodles! Happy National Noodle Day, I guess?

Today's Squishy Flavors
Lasagna
Alfredo
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Spaghetti-O's

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Prompto had been taking a late Saturday morning jog (good day for it, though that didn't make him hate it any less), when he passed by T&C and saw the signs in passing, then stopped and backed up in a slow jog to double-check to make sure he'd read that right.

Funny things, signs. Last night's had clearly been telling him to GTFO, but this one was calling to him with the sweetest of invitations as he jogged in place to reread it again.

And then jogged inside with a very important, necessary, not at all Product-Placement-y and mun-fan-servicing question:

"Does that deal include Cup Noodle?"

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That seemed like an oddly specific questions, but Summer, after eyeing the kid (who was all of two whole years younger than her) with a frown, shrugged.

"I mean, yeah, they're noodles, aren't they?"

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And that right there was how Turtle & Canary came to be completely sold out of Cup Noodles on that fateful Saturday, and how Prompto managed to beat his personal all-time record for how many grocery bags he could carry at once, and also the narrative would like to point out that this wasn't even planned, sometimes perfection just happens all on its own.