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Caritas; Wednesday [01/08].

As much as she really, really, really missed her poor jello shop blown up to smithereens out in space, Summer would have to admit that being behind the bar at Caritas again wasn't too bad of a consolation prize. She liked it here, and she really appreciated the complete dread that washed over Tino's face when she came walzing back in, cheerful as ever, greeting him brightly and extolling how exciting it was going to be to be working together again!

And even with busting into a volcano and shooting up creepy toys to help free everyone from becoming lava-fried Fandomites, she made sure to make time to have a jello shot ready for tonight, too, because how could she really consider it her great comeback if there wasn't jello shots?

Hopefully, everyone will forgive her for making them a bit...thematic.

WEDNESDAY JELLO SHOT SPECIAL!!
Lava Flow
I'm back, bitches!
Come get your drink on!
Free to literally everyone who wants one
because what even WAS this last weekend???

Caritas is open!

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"So, you're back," Seivarden said, leaning against the bar. She had showed up late, but noticing who was working today, she felt like she should at least offer a welcome back.

And have a drink that wasn't a jello shot.

But they were freeeeee, you crazy ass sad space sop!

"Awwwww," said Summer, whose face went into a sardonically flattered expression, hands to her heart, when she saw who'd sidled on up to the bar. "And now it's like I never even left!"

Then she shook her head and snorted. "But, man, this place sure knows how to welcome a girl back, am I right? What're you getting, Seivarden? Something boring and predictable, I assume?"

"Why should drinks be exciting? I'll have a tequila. It works."

She grinned.

"So how did your business go?"

A grin like that would get you swiftly shorted on that tequila if you weren't careful, there, Seivarden. Luckily, Summer did actually pride herself in being a good bartender and saving her pettiness for quips and banter.

"Oh, the business had been doing great," said Summer, as she poured Seivarden drink and set it down in front of her. "The war, on the other hand...."

Some of the sass slipped into a more genuine sigh. "Certain sacrifices had to be made."

"A war?"

Seivarden sipped her drink. She could see how that would be bad for business.

"It wasn't possible to relocate to some place where you would have soldiers to serve."

She knew that could be good for business.

Making a gesture with her hand, she added: "Not that I haven't missed you."

It wasn't true if you turned it into a joke, was it?

Summer didn't know what that last part was except her forgetting about Seivarden's sometimes more awkward quirks, so she figured she'd just dismiss it and focus on the rest, shrugging her shoulders a little.

"Well," she said, "the whole point of that location was that there would be soldiers to serve. And government officials. And other important contributing factors. Only problem was, it almost worked too well, and when something's successful, it starts to gain attention, you know? So I knew I only had limited time, but I was going to get as much out of that place as I could while I could. And the whole time, they thought, 'what's the worst she could do? It's not like she's going to put everything she has on the line.' But that's because they clearly don't know Summer Smith. Ended up sweeping in, stealing a shit load of data and weapons and resources, and then distracted them by blowing the whole thing up. Ka-boom. Took out a good chunk of the city with it, too, while I was at it. I suspect they're going to be tending that wound for a while."

Her grin was sharp, but at least a little bittersweet.

"But, more importantly, I got the stuff I wanted to get out into the hands of people who needed them. So....you know. Worth it. I just gotta lay low for a little while since I'm, you know, kind of an intergalactic terrorist at the moment and everything."

Again.

"I suppose this is a good place to do that," Seivarden said, then grinned again. "Oh, and the plant is doing fine by the way."

"It sure beats crashing at home with my lame parents, dumb ass brother, and sociopathic, narcissistic grampa, anyway," Summer, who had no familial issues, what are you even talking about?, agreed.

"And good," she added, with a nod. "Glad to hear it. Honestly, I half expected it to be long dead by now."

She had ZERO faith in you, Seivarden. NOOOOOONE.

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"Oh, Amaya looks after it," Seivarden said. "Along with her own plants. Then I look after all of them when Amaya is away."

Another grin.

"What, did you think I'd let it die?"

It was too important for that.

"Let it?" Summer snorted. "No. But there's not letting involved when something still ends up dying accidentally."

"Now why would it do that?" Seivarden said, downing her drink and placing the glass on the bar for a refill.

"I value that plant."

"Why would it do what?" asked Summer, filling the next drink. "Die? Like nearly all things do? Circle of Life, so on and so forth?

"But I'm glad it's been working out for you," she added, a bit more seriously. "Has it helped, then? Things been a little better for you lately?"

"I admit it has," Seivarden said. "Surprisingly. Well, considering this place, of course, and those holiday events excepted."

She reached for the glass. "That plant helped."

Not just the plant, but including it, definitely.

"Oooh, that's right!" said Summer. "I almost forgot about all the weird holiday shit this island does every year. Any particularly messed up new ones of note? You drive anyone else to kissing a squirrel because it was still better than kissing you when the mistletoe came around?"

Lest she forget.

"No one who shared your interest in squirrels," Seivarden replied cheerfully. "Your squirrel admirer has missed you, by the way."

That was just a guess.

"You're forgetting a very crucial element about that interest being over an interest in something else," Summer pointed out, "but that's fine. And, yes, I've noticed. He practically accosted my apartment the moment I got back, before the picnic, but, thankfully, Pancakes has been dealing with a lot worse than squirrels on Coruscant, so she's going to be great at chasing him off."

"I preferring a squirrel to me any more flattering to you?" Seivarden asked with an amused snort. "Anyway, I'm sorry you missed getting kissed by Leroy, and I've learnt how to deal with those plants."

She raised her glass in a toast before drinking.

"And I've kissed things a lot worse than squirrels, so, yeah, it's saying a lot." Summer was standing by that until her dying breath, dammit. "But how'd you deal with them? Kill 'em with fire?"

It seemed to be the most logical solution, really.

"Why do you settle with people worse than squirrels?" Seivarden said, deliberately ignoring the point of what Summer said.

She added: "Cut them to pieces with sharp tools."

The return of Summer meant the return of part of Rey's old weekly routine that she'd actually kind of missed.

"It is possible people have had enough lava by now," Rey pointed out, taking a seat.

"Truuuuuuuuuuuuuueeeeee," Summer allowed, slowly, "but! It's also important to have a good sense of humor about these sorts of things?"

Also, 'Healthy Coping Mechanisms' had always been a rare and elusive beast in the Smith household.

"Also, they're delicious and fun, so hopefully it'll help make it so lava isn't all completely terrible, you know? Would you like one, Rey? Or you think you'll just want water, as usual?"

Not gonna lie, it felt pretty good to say that, too. As usual.

"I'll try it?" Rey said, not sounding entirely sure. "And a water."

"Doesn't hurt to try," said Summer, as if she hadn't been hurt by trying multiple, various things in the past. 'Learning from the Past'? Also not a frequent guest.

So she got Rey and shot and a glass of water and set them both in front of her with no small amount of ceremony. It just felt good and familiar, dammit!

"So how're you doing?" she asked, leaning on the bar a little and maaaaybe setting herself up with her own shot, too. "After everything?"

"I'm fine," Rey said with a shrug. "I got off easy this time, I'm just trying to check in on people. How are you doing? You came back right into it."

"Yeah, right?" Summer scoffed a little, but she didn't sound too bothered by it. "Typical. Sort of like you, too, with the last thing with toys, right? I mean, it all kind of blurs a little bit, but weren't you just getting back then, too? We? Have awesome timing, clearly."

"Oh, you're right," she said, frowning. "I was here I think two days when that happened. Let's not make a habit of this."

"Seriously," Summer agreed emphatically. "No argument there. Like, if these sorts of things are the island's way of welcoming us back, I'm gonna have to pass. Cool that you know we can handle it, island, but still. Rude.

"Thankfully," she added, "it looks like I'll probably be sticking around for a while this time around, though."

Unless she were to, like, just glomp onto Rey's whole thing or something. Which she might. Or she will. She was a glomper, that Summer.

"I'm glad to hear it," Rey smiled, and she meant that. "So given the last few days, asking how you're settling in is probably an odd question."

"I mean," Summer shrugged, "it hasn't been bad, considering. The apartment was still available, but I'll need to do some shopping again because I sold most of it. I think Pancakes is glad to be back, even if I think she was a little pissed because she was, like, just getting used to Coruscant."

"That's not too tough. And you get to redecorate."

Said the girl who'd been talked into getting a bed and had only recently upgraded to making tables.

A grin blossomed easily on Summer's face at that word. Redecorate.

"I do love to shop," she noted. "But, I mean, anything I earned out there went straight into the cause, and all my assets are blown right now so I might have to just deal with a minimalistic approach for a while. But with teaching and this job and Shunsui already wanting to hire me back as manager for the store, I don't think it'll be too long at all before I get there."

Plus, all of those things? Would keep her busy.

Because busy was good.

Busy meant less flailing and worrying about everything back out there.

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