fandomtownies | The Perk; Sunday Morning [01/26].

Look, Summer didn't want to go so far as to say that going to the Perk on Sunday mornings was a new thing for her--it was definitely not Sunday Pancakes, and nothing would ever be Sunday Pancakes, so she wouldn't even try to make it Sunday Pancakes--but evidence was definitely starting to point toward a trend.

Whatever. It gave her a little something to do and sort of helped her try to keep down that itch of wondering how things were going back out in space. An itch that got so bad sometimes that she thought about just hopping into her ship and heading back herself, but that was a pretty big no-go since her ship was kiiiiind of recognizable.

Which was why, as she settled down with a drink at a table with the intention of dicking around on her phone for a bit, she wound up texting her granpa to ask him what it might take to convince him to let her borrow one of his cloaking devices.

Nothing, he texted back. You can't. You're dumb, your ship is dumb, that universe is dumb, so there's no way I'm lending anything of mine to something that is basically the ultimate magnitude of dumb.

Excuse Summer while she tried not to let her eyes roll just right out of her head.

Gee, thanks, grampa rick. love u too.

Ugh, family was the worst.

[[ open for all your perkly needs! And now that I've posted this, watch me get slammed at work -_- ]]

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The time it took for Seivarden was actually decreasing. Maybe both she and the baristas had got fed up with the fighting, or maybe it was just a temporary truce, but she had her pot of tea, and as she looked around for a table she noticed Summer.

"I hope you're not ordering jello tea or something equally offensive," she said.

"I wasn't," said Summer, who was now entering exactly that into google, "but now I am. So thank you."

She snorted faintly, shaking her head. "I'm actually working on something else entirely," she said, glancing up at Seivarden. "You wouldn't happen to know where I could get a decent cloaking device strong enough for a small ship for a good price, do you?"

Because someone went and sort of spent all her money on boots last week.

Whatever. They were crazy cute and she got a hell of a good deal on them. No regrets!

[[ like. fucking. clockwork, lol ]]

"No," Seivarden said. "Not on this planet though, I'm guessing."

She sat down opposite Summer.

"Have you taken up smuggling, or made some bad enemies?"

"I mean," said Summer, shrugging a little as she leaned forward with her elbows on the table while she scrolled through a ridiculous amount of tea jello results, "I feel that smuggling is kind of always on the table? But in this case, it's definitely the latter. I've just been kind of wondering how things are going back in my adopted universe and all, but there's that whole 'lots of people want to shoot me there's problem? I don't know, I probably just need to chill, it's probably fine, but you just kind of wonder anyway, y'know?"

"I'm sorry I can't help you," Seivarden said.

Not terribly sorry, but at least she didn't want Summer dead.

"Your gift is thriving by the way."

"No duh," said Summer, "because I got you a good one. But I'm glad it's working out for you. I wouldn't complain if you wanted to, you know, pay a little back, either. That was, I can see for myself how it's doing, right?"

She flashed Seivarden a little grin, and then turned her phone toward her. "What do you think? Long Island Ice Tea jello shots! That's got Wednesday Special written all over it!

"Actually," she added thoughtfully, "has anyone actually introduced you to Long Islands yet? Or is, like, iced tea a complete abomination to whatever weird space gods you've got out there?"

"Iced tea is fine if you use the right type and..."

She just saw the image.

"That looks disgusting. No, no one has introduced me to them." She was already suspicious however.

"They look awesome," Summer corrected her firmly, going back to her scrolling as she talked, "you're just weird. And I have completely failed you as a bartender, so that settles it, you're getting a Long Island on Wednesday."

There was a...pause.

A judging one, and then she returned to her scrolling.

"If you even bother showing up, that is."

"Of course I'll show up!" Seivarden said, as if there could be any doubt about that. "I was just busy last Wednesday. You just have to tell me what kind of tea it's made of."

Summer narrowed her eyes a little at Seivarden, as if she wasn't buying that her suddenly being busy on Wednesday didn't have anything to do with her also being busy on Tuesdays, but she wasn't about to stick her nose straight into business she didn't want it being in, anyway.

"And I will," she nodded. "And let me guess: no tea bags, right?"

"No tea bags," Seivarden said. "I'm glad to hear you've figured that out. Even my students do."

"Oh, that's right," said Summer, "you're teaching now!"

Which she'd have had a chance to ask about if she'd had been to the bar.

"How's that working out for you?"

Don't worry, Summer. You won't lose your favourite regular.

"It's not as bad as I had expected. Some of the students even surprised me."

"Yeah," Summer snorted slightly, "it's almost as if trying new things'll do that sometimes."

Seivarden snorted back. "Like trying some other special than jello shots?"

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