Summer was half expecting a reminder that someone still owed a certain ship a good thorough washing one of these days, so an offer to take Stance out for a bit was a big relief. Not that she wasn't still going to wash the Escape like she promised, she just didn't really want to do it right off of a pretty already gross adventure that required a ton of washing of everything.

"Hey," she said, "if I bring him over to meet Pancakes, too, then I'll have plenty to do putting the apartment back in order again as well."

She was clearly not going to do this.

"And I did," she grinned a little, "and I think you'll like it. At least you'll like the leftovers from it. You know all those experimental jellos I've been foisting on you? Well, I'm doing a course that focuses on that kind of food and things similar to it from that very particular and disgusting era of American culinary innovation. It's going to be awful...and amazing."

She quirked her chin at him. "What're you planning on doing and how many rancors will it involve this time?"