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Turtle & Canary; Monday [06/22].

The fact that Summer still felt a little bit hungover from the weekend was good proof that her birthday had been a success, even though she was pretty sure some of that was just a carry-over from having to deal with her family yesterday, because, yeah, yeah, yeah, she went home for Father's Day and it was just as awkward as any Father's Day in the Smith household could be expected to be, especially when you had a egomaniacal, asshole grandfather and an insecure father constantly trying to prove himself despite his undeniable inferiority and a seventeen year old brother who had an estranged son three years ago that wanted to kind of destroy the planet when he found out what a terrible father Morty was but instead just wrote a tell-all book about it.

It was kind of nice, though, that Morty Jr. did come for a visit, even if it nearly resulted in the house being destroyed.

Also, thankfully, it drove her Grampa Rick to peacing out for a few hours so that they could all deal with their own shit, giving Summer the opportunity to go poking around the garage and the dimension database to run some numbers and logistics and come up with some possibile coordinates to try as an attempt to get Seivarden home.

Which, you know, still didn't get things narrowed down a whole lot, because the whole 'infinite universes, infinite possibilities' thing, but it was a start, and once she was done with her orders for the day and ignoring whatever it was Apu was up to, she got comfortable behind the register and started shifting through a massive stack of coordinantes with a color-coded highlighter system.

Which she would claim was merely for aesthetics, lest anyone actually notice her total inner nerd leaking out.

Gross.

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Seivarden, surprisingly, had sobered up and survived the hangover.

"That was quite a party," she said, walking up to Summer.

"I do have kiiind of a reputation to uphold," Summer pointed out in response, looking up after crossing out one of many lines on the current page of seemingly random numbers, letters, and glyphs. But she did smile a little, because, duh, obviously she knew it was a good party, but it was always nice to hear it, especially from someone who seemed absolutely set on being thoroughly unimpressed with nearly everything Summer touched. "But thanks. You had a good time, then?"

"I did," Seivarden said. "And I survived. Did you have a good birthday?"

"I did," Summer said, "even if I survived."

Because who didn't love jsut a little bit of morbid Gen-Z humor thrown in for good measure?

"Thanks for coming," she added. "And for the present. It was really..." surprising. And surprisingly, "nice."

"I'm glad you liked it," Seivarden said. "I was thinking Tisarwat would probably give you tea."

Trying to turn the conversation in that direction.

Because someone was such an insufferable gossip that she couldn't even wait until Wednesday to get the lowdown on the specifics?

"She did," said Summer, with a snort that managed to find its way into a laugh. "As well as some pink gloves...and a bucket."

It had been a little decorative one that the tea and the gloves fit into perfectly, and it, too, was pink, and the whole thing was just adorable.

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"I thought she would," Seivarden said with a grin. "Well, the bucket was a surprise."

This was where Seivarden wanted to hear mer details, Summer. She deserved it for inviting Tisarwat in the first place, didn't she?

Anything earned in the details department for inviting her was completely derailed from the questionable interest in the details department in the first place, in Summer's oh-so-hble opinion.

But she didn't seem to mind too much at the moment, with a little pink on her cheeks not anywhere near the plethora of the color involved in her birthday gifts, but there none the less.

"Well, you know," she said, "because of the whole bucket game we were playing when we crashed into each other. Like, you know....kind of a wink to it."

It was kinda brilliant, really? To the point where Summer almost didn't even feel embarrassed about how nerdy it was that she liked it as much as she did.

Seivarden managed not to grin. "I hope you got along even without falling on top of each other."

She couldn't resist.

"I need to check on Amaya later."

Summer was just going to smirk at that comment, and not say anything about anyone getting along with or falling on top of anyone else.

Because that would be super weird.

"I'm pretty sure I heard her hammering away in her shop this morning on my way in," she offered, focusing on something way less weird but no less shamelessly modded. "So she's at least alive. Although she'd definitely be the kind of ghost that still goes about the afterlife like she wasn't."

"It would take a truly deadly drink to kill Amaya," Seivarden said. "Oh, and I need some cat food."

It was a terrible excuse, wasn't it?

Well, it was a lot closer than the animal shelter, at least.

"I bet," Summer postulated, "you get your cat only the really fancy stuff, too."

"I try not to spoil her."

She totally did.

"Yeah, well," said Summer, "she's a cat, so how's that working out for you? Also? We should have an Issa and Pancakes playdate some time. They should hang out more."

"We should," Seivarden agreed. "They can sit and stare at each other while we have tea."

"We.don't need a playdate," said Summer, making a face at that description. "Just them. I think Pancakes is really starting to miss having Rosa's dog being around and needs a new friend."

"Does she get along with that silly dog?" Seivarden asked, then: "Is she gone? The dog, I mean."

"God, I hope so," said Summer, "because it has been a few weeks, and if Rosa didn't take that dog with her..." Her eyes went wide. "Yikes. I've got some really bad news..."

"What?" Seivarden said.

Oh, sure. Make her say it.

"Dead, Seivarden," Summer explained. "If.that dog's still in there, she's probably dead, because it has been really quiet next door."

"Rosa wouldn't have left that dog."

Unless she'd got trapped by some random portal.

"Where did she go?"

"How should I know?" asked Summer, who was really hoping right about now that Seivarden was right about that. "All I know is that she's gone."

And then, after narrowing her eyes at Seivarden a little: "Why would you even care, anyway?"

"Because I don't want that stupid dog to have starved to death," Seivarden said, aware that that didn't quite answer Summer's question.

Was that look on Summer's face decidedly overpriced? Because, yeah, she was definitely not buying it.

She would, however, let it slide...for now.

"You said it yourself," she said, "she just wouldn't have left that dog. She always takes the dog with her. Or maybe she's with Miguel. I'd totally rope my boyfriend into dog sitting duties..."

"And besides, if the dog was dead in there you should notice the smell by now," Seivarden pointed out.

"....that's probably a really good point," said Summer, although she didn't sound too convinced and would definitely be googling 'how long does it take for a corpse to start smelling' later.

It would...not even be close to the weirdest thing she'd googled before.

"I'm guessing she didn't leave you a key."

This wasn't a question.

Even as not a question, it was definitely earning Seivarden a this is why people think you're dumb sort of look.

"Oh, yeah," Summer said. "The woman notorious for being anti-social that has barely said maybe ten words to me totally gave me a key to her apartment. I'm watering her plants and keeping her gazillion knives sharpened for her while she's away..."

"It was a joke. Although now I'm picturing you sharpening knives."

After a pause she added:

"I suppose you could pick the lock and check."

"Let me guess," Summer's look was now skeptical. "That was a joke, too. At least I hope so, because you are honestly not suggesting that we break into your ex's....who is a cop....apartment."

...they were totally breaking into that apartment. Because now a seed had been planted in Summer's brain. It was just going to take a day to fully take root and start taking over until she had no other option but to do it.

"The dog's fine," she continued. "You said it yourself, she probably took the dog with her and it would have started smelling by now if it was dead."

A pause, almost as if that first root had managed to find a crevice of her brain.

"Besides," she added, "knowing how these things usually go, that's exactly when she'll show back up again."

"She's not my ex," Seivarden said firmly.

And how did Summer know that was what Seivarden would take out of that whole thing?

"You guys were, like, doing it for a whole year or something," she pointed out. "In some cultures, that's technically married."

"Not where I'm from," Seivarden said. "Doesn't things like that require agreements? And no squirrel-bribing?"

"God," said Summer, shaking her head and doing a poor job of trying not to smirk, "I bet you go through so much rum."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Seivarden said. "Anyway, I hope you know how to get through that door, then. Please don't break it down, I'm going to get the blame for that."

"We don't need to k know how to get through the door," said Summer, "be cause we're not going through it. We're not actually breaking into her apartment, Seivarden, because that's what crazy people do."

...they were totally going to break into that apartment, weren't they?

"I know we're not," Seivarden said. "Just assume she has the dog with her."

Of course they were.

"Right," Summer agreed, almost as if trying to convince someone, but that was silly, because these were clear, hard facts here that needed no convincing of, "like she always does."

"Most of the time," Seivarden said. "Unless she's working, I think."

She added: "I mean, I don't know, of course."

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