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Turtle & Canary; Monday [04/13].

Summer was in, of course, for her usual Monday orders around the store, but this week, she had a little helper with her. A very bright, bouncy, surprisingly easy to understand little boy with red hair and cat ears that proved to be very good at counting and made it a little bit of a game for himself to chirp off the inventory for his apparent mother so she could know what to order and how much, and was it bad that the main thing this had Summer wondering was how she should maybe get a Meeseeks all up in here to do her Monday ordering for her? Or at least help out?

(It was bad, and another alternate dimension Summer would encourage this Summer emphatically that this was a terrible idea, she tried it, it would not go well, oh.my.god).

Poor Turk (short for Turquoise, ohgod, they gave their kid a stripper name), though, was still a little disheartened that they had yet to track down his da. Summer, on the other hand, wondered if that was maybe a blessing, because she barely even knew Cait Sith, she had no idea what the reaction would be to her being all, 'oh, yeah, by the way, in some whacked out dimension, I guess we have a kid.'

She liked to think he'd roll with it pretty well, though, since he'd rolled pretty well with everything so far, and that's what she liked about him, but still...

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Chicken Nuggets
Mac'n'Cheese
Red

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Thank you, come again! Assume an Apu icon that I never bothered to upload!

And probably Turk by proxy, but she's totes around!

It hadn't been exactly his choice to not be around but when the boss said you needed tune-ups, you listened to the boss and got your ass back to Gaia for said tune-ups.

So Cait was a little out of the loop right now and he'd decided that the quickest way to get up-to-date was to go visit someone who liked gossip just as much as he did.

If not more.

"Summer, mah lassie!" he called, wandering on in. "Ye aroond oan thes braw day?"

Summer had, actually, at that moment, just ducked into the office to submit some of the orders she'd been scanning, but there was definitely someone to greet Cait in her stead. In fact, the moment he walked into the door, Turk's ears perked up significantly at that sound and a little gasp of excitement escaped.

"Da!" The shout was going to reach Cait well before the boy did, but he wasn't too far behind, practically careening out from behind one of the aisle and nearly colliding into him. He didn't, because he was just graceful like that, but he did start bouncing around excitedly around his father who was (probably) actually just a bit smaller than he was.

"Da! Da! Da! I've been waiting for you, like, aaaaaaaaallllllllllllll daaaaaaaaaaay!"

Which wasn't true, necessarily, but it sure felt like it!

Cait (who was, in fact, a bit shorter than the child bouncing about him) blinked, rather bemused.

"Weel noo," he said, after a beat. "Ah beg yer pardon abit 'at, me laddie! Ah didne realize ye waur waitin' fur me!"

"We tried to find you!" Turk said, in something that was part complaint, part giggle. "But Mam didn't know where you lived! And she thinks there might be something wrong with the phones, she called it something like....what was it? 'Convenient Plot Raisins!' That was it! But you're here, you're here! Do you want me to go fetch Mam fer ya? She's in the back office, and she left me in charge!"

She did absolutely nothing of the sort.

But, you know. Details, schmetails.

"An' a braw job yoo're daein'!"

What? It wasn't like he was going to criticize someone else's running of a store!

"Eh'd loove tae spick tae Mam, if ye can peel yerself awa' frae bein' in charge fur a moment! Aam sure she's bin wantin' tae spick wi' me."

Turk's grin blossomed until it nearly split his face, and then he drew in a deep breath, bracing himself for what he knew was coming and what he figured his da would be very proud of.

"OI! MAM!" He shouted as loud as his little-but-still-bigger-than-his-da's body could manage. "DA'S HERE! GIT YUR BLUDY ARSE OUT HERE TAW SPICK WIT IM!"

And then he was all beaming sunshine because how could anyone not be proud of that?

And how could anyone not have heard that? Although Summer knew Cait had gotten there thanks to the security cams, but she had to finish up something real quick, because who knew how this would go? So she emerged from the back office to join them.

"Maybe a little louder next time," she suggested. "I don't think they heard you out in the Horsehead Nebula." Then she gave Cait a sort of apologetic smile.

"Sooooo, I see you've had a chance to meet Turk...please tell me someone's had a chance to tell you about the weird rando kids from alternate future weekends around here, because that'll save me a lot of trouble."

"A loon efter me ain heart!" Cait Sith said, genuinely delighted. "Weel dain, weel dain, indeed!"

Credit was where credit was due, after all.

"Ah beg yer pardon?" he asked Summer. "Because, aye, noo yoo'll be expectin' me tae believe a scuttle impossible things afair breakfest!"

Not... not that Cait sounded like he minded being expected to believe that many impossible things before breakfast.

"I mean," said Summer, "I don't really know how much a scuttle is, but living here, you're honestly lucky on the days when the island isn't making you believe something impossible even before you even get out of bed. And this is the weekend where, yeah, like I said, kids from alternate dimensions show up for a weekend or so. And I guess this one's ours."

Summer had very actively been trying her damnest not to make sense out of any of it, but she was starting to think maybe Turk came from a dimension where Summer's advances on Cait when he first arrived had actually worked.

Weren't alternate universes fun?? But at least she actually was used to it, and, as this weekend itself had shown, it could always be worse....

Cait looked at her for a moment, then looked at Turk.

And was ignoring the spluttering of a teenage boy a universe away that only he could hear.

"Is 'at aw?" he asked cheerfully. "What an interestin' circumstance! Noo, mah biggest question is: wa did we nam heem efter an secrit service in mah warld? Dae ye ken, laddie?"

"Oh, but Turk's just my nickname, Da!" Turk said, looking just about as proud as if he'd been the one responsible for all of this himself. "My full name's Turquoise! Like the mineral! Turquoise Smith-Sith!" He cheerfully hitched two thumb toward his chest, twitching his ears a little. "That's me!"

Because of course they hyphenated it. Had to squeeze as much awful as they could in there!

"Yeah," said Summer, who just lifted her hands to show all the futility she felt, "I don't know."

It wasn't even the most confusing thing about this, okay?

"But a secret service in your world is called Turk?" she added, because, sorry, kid, that was way more interesting and far less weird to focus on.

Yeah, that was... that was some name.

"Weel, that's wonderful, laddie," he said, since the little dude (who was taller than he was) was just... so... proud of it. Seriously, though, that was... Summer. What had they been thinking?

"But och aye! th' Turks ur th' nicknam ay 'The Department ay Administratife Research', but they're security an'... mair than 'at."

He shrugged a little since he wasn't going to go into lurid detail with the little dude hanging out with them.

"Well," Summer noted, "that's an....interesting coincidence..."

And then sort of trailed off a little as she realized there wasn't that far to go with it.

"Anyway," she said, "I've spent most of the weekend with Turk so far, and the way these things usually go is that means it's your turn."

She actually had no idea if that was how it worked, since the only other time this happened, the kid's father wasn't around, but, sure, why not? It was either that or go back to watching Pancakes get horribly offended at Turk stealing all her cat toys and sometimes treats.

"I'm sure the two of you could have fun together, right?"

"Hi mom."

Issabeth walked through the door around lunchtime glancing around the store as she approached the counter.

"Are you still running this place?"

"HI, ISSABETH!" called Turk as he came careening out from an aisle, did a quick circle around the teenager, and then went barreling toward the next aisle. "BYE, ISSABETH!"

His voice trailed behind him, obviously still calling out to her as he disappeared into the depths of the store. "WATCH OUt fer the cheese pa...."

Summer watched Turk do his little swing-around with a quirked brow for a moment before her attention shifted to Issabeth. "Running?" she asked. "Yes. But not own, you showed up a little late to hit that particular blip in time. It's currently owned by someone who I'll probably have some random kid with next year."

And congratulation, Summer, you just cursed every single one of someone's adult characters with Shunsui Kyōraku's babies next year. Good job.

"How you doing, kid?" she then asked. "You have a good time with your mother last night?"

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Issabeth shrugged. "She hasn't changed much. The entertainment wasn't that bad, and I'm glad Uelin was just trying to chase the cat and not blow things up. Why does she live in a basement though?"

Why was Summer not surprised that Seivarden hadn't changed much in the however many years that may have passed between this universe and Issabeth's? She snorted, shaking her head.

"Probably because anything else would be way too exciting for her to handle," she murmured. And then winced, slightly.

"Sorry," she offered. "I really shouldn't say stuff like that, should I?"

Sure, it was evident that her and Seivarden were not even a thing in this dimension, thank god, but Summer always hated how her mom would always talk shit about her dad in front of her when she was Issabeth's age, and yet there she was, practically doing the same thing.

"No, you shouldn't," Issabeth said, not looking too upset. "She does miss you and Tisarwat, you know. Well, she does where I'm from at least."

She continued:

"Does anyone ever buy those squishies?"

Summer might try to watch what she said, but she would have a hard time keeping a skeptical look off her face at the whole idea that Seivarden would ever actually miss her.

(Forget the fact that it already sort of happened when she left).

This dimension just kept getting weirder and weirder, and she still didn't know what to make of the whole Tisarwat thing. She recognized the name, of course, but she didn't think she'd actually ever met her, and what do you do when you meet someone in that instance? 'Oh, hey, you're the one who's, like, totes my best friend, possibly more, who galavants all through space with me in that whacked-out dimension where I have a kid with Seivarden Vendaai'! Yeah, that'd be one hell of an icebreaker.

So she was going to focus on the thing that made slightly more sense and looked at the Squishy machine and scoffed. "God no," she said. "Sometimes I can't even manage to give them away for free. But you can help yourself, if you want. I'm pretty sure you get get freebies as, like, the manager's daughter. I take it you've already tried the Red at some point, though. I can only imagine it's still stubbornly pumping it out in your timeline, too."

Issabeth made a face. "The red is disgusting. Do you have tea?"

"Yeah," Summer was particularly proud of her ability to mostly hold in the sigh she wanted to give with that. "We do. And the loose leaf stuff, too, only we really just have the coffee maker in the office for hot water, so you'll have to make some sacrifices. But come on." She quirked her head and started moving that way. "I'll let you pick whatever you want from the current stock."

"What if I tell you it makes mother really happy when you buy her tea?"

Issabeth followed Summer, picking up a bag of cookies on the way.

OCD? In my T&C post???

I figured it'd be good if anyone desperately needs to run hog wild with their children in a general store, or whatever.

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