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Caritas; Wednesday [06/17].

Summer knew she was going to regret it, but after a few hours of dealing with Tino being exceptionally mopey and sighing dramatically all around the bar, she finally caved in and asked him what was the matter. And, sure enough, the answer made her roll her eyes practically into another dimension.

"Oh, come on," she said. "You can't honestly be upset that I didn't invite you to my birthday party. You don't even like me, Tino. And I didn't invite Kitty. I didn't invite Apu. I didn't invite the cheese panda. Get over yourself."

Tino murmured a response that made Summer question if there was a limit on how many times a person could roll her eyes in a single night.

"You are not going to make plans for a better party with Apu," she said. "You and Apu aren't friends. Stop trying to push that narrative."

Which only led to more brooding and sulking and Summer shaking her head, because she really should have known better than to have asked.

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Seivarden didn't care about Tino, but couldn't help noticing his mood.

"Is moping contagious?" she asked, then continued: "Appletini? That sounds better than usual."

"You have got the weirdest tastes," said Summer, who was at one time a cannibal and liked flies in her ice cream, so take that as you will, as she got Seivarden her appletini jello shot and requisite whiskey chaser. "And please don't mope. The level of moping old people who have been in this bar lately has been way too high."

"Of course I won't. I'm tired of people moping."

Said someone who had spent the first year on the island moping.

"How are the birthday plans going?"

And, in Summer's opinion, a not-exactly-small amount of time after that still moping on occasion, so you'll have to forgive the wholly skeptical, disbelieving look she gave to that statement, yeah.

"Pretty good, actually." The skepticism morphed easily into a proud little smile. "I think we're pretty much all set. Kiiiind of the fence about inviting my friend Tricia from back home, but, I mean, I definitely don't hate her this week, so I'm sure it'll be fine, as long as she doesn't get all weird and gross about having the hots for my dad again."

Seriously, Tricia, what the fuck?

"Sounds complicated," Seivarden said. "Apart from the ones I alreafy know of, who else is coming?"

"Mostly just some people from home that you don't know," Summer said, "and a few undecideds, I think? I don't know." She smirked a little. "We'll know when it's Friday, right?"

"I suppose so."

She downed the jello shot.

"Oh, and by the way, five breasted aliens?"

"A bit more rare than the common three-breasted aliens," said Summer, who shook her head a little, "but you've got to be careful with them because some of them will recruit you into a never-ending genocide against an otherwise peaceful species and then totally psychicly choke-hold you when you start to suggest that maybe that's not a great idea."

...not that she had experience with something like that or anything.

She shrugged, getting another shot to place in front of Seivarden. "It was the first thing to pop into my head, but there will be absolutely no shortage of weird shit out there. Something for everyone. That's kind of the whole point."

Even if she would prefer that things weren't so lame that people had to go find their own fun elsewhere, but...hey. Insurance, right?

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"Genocide and choking aren't my things," Seivarden said. "I'm sure it will be fun though."

There was no sarcasm there, she genuinely meant it. Even having to rescue Lucifer from five-breasted aliens might be fun.

"Yeah," said Summer, " all of my birthdays so far had been genocide-free, and I'd kinda like to keep it that way."

She could keep an open mind about the choking, though, apparently.

"Good plan," Seivarden said with a grin, raising her glass before downing the whisky.

"They usually are," Summer said with smug satisfaction, because honestly, they were usually pretty good plans, even of they could totally be a convoluted hot mess, and she poured Seivarden another whiskey to replace the first.

"So," she prompted, "good week?"

"Apart from Monday, not too bad?" Seivarden said. "And you?"

"Not bad," said Summer, blithely, with an oh-so-casual shrug of her shoulders, "even with Monday, but I guess with everything going haywire, you and Amaya never got the chance to bribe the squirrels with the usual rum, huh?"

She just couldn't help herself, okay? And it was so much safer poking at Seivarden about it than Amaya.

It was, because Seivarden didn't care about bribing the squirrels. She did care about breaking Amaya's rules though, fearing the consequences.

"It was one of those days," she said. "It's not like you take what's being reported seriously."

Barely keeping back a smirk, Summer eyed Seivarden speculatively, as if deciding whether or not that response was going to pass some sort of test she'd fabricated regarding that little tidbit.

"Fair enough," she allowed. "I mean, it did say I objected to Steeeeve's shirtlessness enough to bring firearms into it, but, obviously, that is something that would never actuay happen..."

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"I would have been very disappointed if you objected to Steve's shirtlessness," Seivarden smirked, deliberately avoiding Summer's hint.

"I would have been disappointed if I actually objected to Steeeeve's shirtlessness," said Summer. "Weirdness like Monday aside, of course."

A beat.

"You're not about to run off and tell him that I have a crush on him now," she asked archly, "are you?"

"No," Seivarden said. "Because I don't think you do. I think you just admire his nice chest, which is perfectly reasonable."

She sipped her whisky.

"It is a very nice chest," Summer agreed. Or rather reiterated. Because it was just one of those things that couldn't really be said too much.

"Also," she added, "after my birthday, it looks like I might have a good chance to swipe that portal gun of my grandpa's, so be ready for that. It really sucks that I have no idea how.to even begin guessing on what your dimension coordinate.codes might be..."

That made Seivarden lean forward. "How do you find dimension coordinates?"

"Usually with Grampa Rick's dimension database," said Summer,"which is extensive, but not exhaustive. It would be literally impossible to have every coordinate in the multiverse since, you know, it's infinite. So it might take some hit and miss chances...but kf you can think of literally anything to help narrow in on something....planet names, astromaps, your galaxy's version of an Encyclopedia like Hera got me for her ans Kanan's....would be helpful. Maybe I can pick Tisarwat's brain about it, too."

There was a thoughtful pause.

"I guess we can start by eliminating any and all universes that exist without tea...."

"Talking to Tisarwat might be good, then." The corners of Seivarden's mouth didn't even twitch.

"I'd prefer to get back to the time I'm really from, not the time I left from. If that's at all possible."

"I mean, sure," said.Summer with a shrug, "but beggars can't be choosers, right? Hard enough to figure out your exact dimension out of an infinite amount of.options, and now you want to put a time stamp on it, too? The gun doesn't work like that. It does space, but not time. Grampa Rick doesn't fuck with time travel stuff."

Except that he DID have a box in the garage, but that wasn't the point.

"As long as I don't end up in that universe where I end up stuck on this island with a kid while you and Tisarwat explore the universe," Seivarden said.

"Wait no, that one wasn't in my universe. Then not the one where Amaya end up building spaceships."

Or the one with Etnys, but that one was better not mentioned.

"So you're telling me," said Summer, doubtfully, "that let's say I can get you home, but it's the version where you and Amaya are building spaceships, you wouldn't stay? How would you even know unless you ran into yourself? Or Amaya, I guess. But I mean, okay, that is sometimes a problem. I have honestly yet to meet another version of myself that got along with me."

But she couldn't help it if so many other versions of her suck!

"You could wind up like my grampa and brother, though, and wind up with one that's almost exactly the same as what you're used to, only you're already dead and no one notice yet so you just..." She made a gesture, a little whooshing sound, "slide right in there."

A sip of whisky.

"This sounds really complicated," Seivarden observed.

Another sip.

"What?" asked Summer. "You expected trying find a loophole around a three-plus year ban to your home dimension was going to be easy?"

"No," Seivarden said. "I just prefer not to have to meet another version of myself."

She added: "I appreciate it though. I hope it's not just because you want to get rid of me."

A smirk, then another sip.

"Huh," said Summer, though that was mostly to herself, with the realization that she didn't even think about that, which, really, you'd have thought it would have been the first thing on her mind. But it hadn't been, and that was...interesting.

She definitely wasn't expressing any of that outloud, though.

"Believe me," she said, instead, "I wouldn't want to meet another version of yourself, either. One of you is more than enough."

"Is that a compliment or an insult?"

Seivarden grinned, then made a gesture with her hand.

"Never mind. It's the best option I have."

Apart from staying here. Which, to be fair, by now wasn't that much worse than going back and being a thousand years out of time."

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