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Turtle & Canary; Monday [08/24].

Summer half expected to get back to the island and find some stupid thing where all the freezers at T&C were on the fritz or something, just so it could meddle in her plans, but, thankfully, everything was working and running just fine, which was great, because melted ice cream would have probably have been just as bad if not worse that the sea of squishy and all its bees had been.

So up went a sign, and out went Summer to alternate between strolling the aisle to make her orders and camping out at the counter with her laptop as per usual, only this time she had herself a pint of ice cream ordered especially for her, because it just made sense to pick some up if she was going to go bananas on ordering a shit ton of other ice cream for the rest of the island, and who knew? Maybe one day it turned out that she wasn't actually the only one to appreciate the fine culinary addition that was flies in ice cream.

Look, if she had to relive the giant spider invasion of [Unnamed Planet] as many times as she did before heading home for the weekend, you better believe she was going to at least enjoy some of the benefits that trauma had afforded her.

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After the nightmares of last week, Barry was of course going to swing by and check in on Summer. Plus he needed to do a couple of other things but he didn't want to look like he was checking up on her. Or dropping by just like some sort of stalker.

So yes. He was coming in for Oreos and Kale chips again even though he didn't need the kale chips or even want Oreos.

"Oh. Hey Summer," he tried to say in a cool and even manner as he entered the store. "How are you doing?"

You know they did sell other things, right, Barry?

"Barry! Hi!"

And Summer, nudging the pint of ice cream away a bit, found herself stuck in that moment where you had sort of been hoping a thing would happen, and so you wound up planning out various scenarios of how it might go down, and then when that thing actually did happen, your mind just went blank and you couldn't remember any of them, or really just basic human functions, either, for that matter.

"I'm okay!" she finally managed, which, to her credit, had been one of the scenarios, albeit not exactly the most exciting and fanfictiony of them, but still! "How're you?"

"Good. Good," He said, yes, picking up Oreos and Kale chips. Yes. There was more to offer but in a social situation Barry never did think very clearly. "Last week got kind of nasty but Fandom pulled through like it always does. I hadn't seen you since Tuesday so I thought I-"

Okay Barry, you're literally about to say the thing you were not trying to look like you were doing.

"Um. I would check in on you."

Damn it.

"And of course purchase supplies."

A horrible cover story. He's sticking with it.

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It wasn't that bad. This was a good place for supplies, and all that.

"Yeaaahhhh," the scrunch of Summer's expression was a little apologetic, "I pretty much high tailed it back home after figuring out what was going on thanks to radio on Friday. I'm pretty sure no one needs to see the sort of shit that keeps me up at night, and one of my best friends is a pretty sensitive empath, I wasn't going to add to what she was already dealing with if I could help it."

Sorry for using you as a convenient excuse, Rey! But Summer didn't think she's mind, and it wasn't untrue, either. It was just way better than the fact that right now, she and Barry were at a really cute level of 'omg so fucked up', and she's kind of like to keep it at cute and not, you know, actually fucked up.

He was a vegetarian, and she'd had a cannibal phase when she was seventeen, for crying out loud. No need to expediate those kinds of conversations before they really even had a chance to have some real fun with it, right?

"Still kind of disappointed it was happy thoughts instead of, you know, ass kicking, but as long as it works out in the end. You seemed to have kept pretty busy with it, though..."

"Yeah."

Barry shook his head in disbelief. "Keep in mind, I'm glad no one got hurt but the whole concept of using anecdotal evidence and 'happy' thoughts actually working was just too fucking weird for me," he admitted. "And getting off the island was probably a smart move. I kept myself locked up in the warehouse most of the time because nobody needs to see my shitty memories."

He shrugged, attempting to literally and figuratively shrug off the topic. "Did you do anything fun while you were home?"

"Not really," Summer admitted, leaning forward on her elbows on the counter with a little sigh, before she rolled her eyes, "except maybe adding more nightmare fuel for next time since my friend Tricia would not shut up about how hot she thinks it's hot that my dad keeps bees now."

Seriously, Tricia, what the actual hell?

"Tried to get the portal gun again, too," she added, "but as soon as I showed up, Gramla Rick cancelled his plans and put his lab on lockdown to make sure I didn't go snooping around, so that put a bust on that plan."

For the most part. She still poked around, she just had to be way more careful about it.

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"Bees? Keeping bees is hot?" Barry asked in confusion. "Honestly, I never thought it was worth the effort to get my own honey."

He shook that off. "Sorry your Grandpa was being a fucking dick though," he added. "If you need anything to break into his lab I may have some equipment that might be of use. Not that I would use any of it to do anything illegal."

He might be adding that for the squirrels benefit. "Speaking of equipment... I've got really nothing going on this week. If you want I could hook up those cannons on your ship some time. Plus there were a few things in the scrapyard I wanted to take a closer look at."

"Yeah?" It would have been hard to keep that brightening expression off her face, so Summer didn't even really try, and that definitely shuffled any thoughts she'd first about the solution to that Rick problem likely just relating to figuring out of that super-gebous brain of Barry's also extended to chemistry, and of he had any ideas of what could knock out the multiverse's most stubborn, alcohol-drenched, drug-addled old man out for a good few hours...

"That's be great, actually," she said. "Better sooner rather than later, right? Who knows when I might really need to use them."

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Years of drugging teachers, parents and baby-sitters to fix experiments gone wrong has more than prepared Barry to knock Grandpa Rick out for at least an hour or so.

"Right," Barry said his expression brightening a bit and then his shifted back in forth in thought. Oh. Wait. "But, um, that's not going to be a true date or anything, okay? Honestly I'm kind of fucked because it's going to be hard to top getting alien food and watching a sunset on a different planet. But I do have a plan. And I'll think you'll like it."

It had required hacking into a television network and paying off a few people but still... she'd probably like it.

"Oh, yeah, totally," said Summer, "I was going to say, that definitely does not count as a second date."

But since they were on the topic now, Summer's grin softened a little with the eager, dancing hopeful ness of her eyes, which was sure to help to totally relieve him of the pressures of expectation and everything...

"So you have an idea?"

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Nope. That look did nothing to relieve him of the pressures. Not at all.

But he was definitely trying to act confident though his hesitation in responding might say differently. "Uh. Yes. An idea."

And then he just grinned mischievously. "But I'm not going to tell you what it is."

"Good," said Summer, meeting that grin easily, especially with it fueled now by stupid little eager butterflies in her stomach. "I love suprises."

Well...some surprises. Most, even! If not for a few very solid pieces of outlying data...

"So, when is this going down?" she asked. "Or is that a surprise, too?"

"Uh... Thursday?" He offered thinking about the schedule laid out ahead of them. "Since there's no classes this week I figured you'd have at least that night off from your several million jobs around town."

And then another thought occurred to him. One that Roxie reminded him of earlier.

"OH! And, uh... dress comfortably; wear something you don't care about getting stains on and athletic shoes."

"...okaaaay," said Summer, who figured that could be really promising or really, really not, and she was looking at Barry like she was trying to figure that out from his face, but also wondering if this was also a good excuse to go shopping for that absolutely perfect 'okay to be stained' ensamble.

"I mean," she then added, doing a poor job of hiding a smirk, "I've got radio the next morning, but I can always pull a few favors if things go well..."

A.Hem.

"Well, you might be a little exhausted afterward," Barry said cheerfully and completely missing that social cue. "I've never done it myself but from what I've seen it can be a very emotional but ultimately a rewarding experience."

He chuckled to himself.

"Sorry. I better stop talking before I give it away. Have the squishy lines been cleaned yet? I'm still interested in finding out what red tastes like."

Yeah, the fact that Barry had said that so unabashedly and without the slightest hint of red in his ears was a pretty good tip off to Summer that it had gone adorably over his head, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from thoroughly enjoying where it took her mind.

"I'll make sure Apu gets it done this weekend," she said.

It had probably been done, since they talked about it. Summer just figured it would be a good way to get Barry to come in next week.

The entire conversation would replay later in Barry's mind and only then he might catch what was said.

Barry however was now sneaking a look over at Apu and wondering why in the world he hadn't cleaned those lines. Really? Really, Apu?

"I guess I'll have to come by again to try that Squishy," Barry lamented. Not that he needed excuse. He could always claim that he needed more kale chips because... well, honestly he just threw them away. Those things were nasty.

Summer, meanwhile, when replaying that part of the conversation later, would realize that she had absolutely no idea what else he could have meant. But whatever else it could possibly be, she hoped she'd at least get to shoot something, maybe.

For the time being, however, Apu caught that look and was now giving Summer a look over Barry's shoulder that seemed to be demanding answers for what that look was about, which meant Summer was giving Apu a look that tried to subtly but desperately tell him to not worry about it and to just remember who signed his check.

...which was actually Shunsui, but who do you think made sure Shunsui remembered to do that and who made sure they actually got delivered and not soaked in sake?

Well, that was kind of a moot point, too, because Apu got direct deposit, but whatever.

"Guess so," said Summer, oh-so-remorsefully, really. "Bummer."

And don't throw them out, Barry! That was so wasteful! Summer could totally put that shit in some jello!

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And now Barry was giving a look at a squirrel who'd been giving him the stink-eye for the past week. This had nothing to do with the look that Barry gave to Apu or the look that Summer was giving back to Apu. Or paychecks for that matter. Nope. Just a squirrel that was creeping Barry out.

"Well, if I can't have a Squishy I might as well get this hummus shot I was promised," Barry joked. "Are you still working tomorrow at Caritas? You're like their chief mixologist out there, right?"

"Wednesday," Summer corrected, with a faint grin, and glad he'd mentioned the hummus shot because someone may have forgotten that, but, in her defense, a lot had happened since then! And then her head tilted a little in thought.

"You know, I never really thought about it that way before, but...yeah, I guess I kind of am. I mean, I'm definitely bringing some of the more creative drinks to the table...or, well, the bar...and people do keep coming back for more."

“So how would you describe your role at Caritas?” Barry asked hoping that Summer wouldn’t get suspicious. “I mean you’re more than a bartender right?”

And now Barry was probably getting a look from Apu but he’s going to ignore that.

Summer looked a little reluctant at first to go that far, but if she actually thought about it a little...she seemed to reconsider. "Hmmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "Summer Smith, Chief mixologist at Caritas." Saying it outloud, like trying it on for size, and she laughed. "It does have a nice ring to it, doens't it? And I really have come a long way since I picked up the job to really up my game for my jello shop. I think it's safe to say that when people around think 'jello' and 'alcohol,' they think Summer."

Not to, you know, brag or anything.

Especially since it was not exactly always something to brag about...

“See? You should talk to Kitty about it,” Barry said his grin just a tad bit bigger. “It’s not like fucking Tino is doing anything worthy of the title.”

"Seriously," agreed Summer with a snort, her own grin widening quite a bit, too. "Sure, he's got seniority, the guy's been here forever, but that's exactly the thing, you know? He's been doing it so long, all his ideas are stale and uninspired. But I really bring a fresh perspective informed by a lot of vast experiences into my work, and that's the kind of innovation we need."

Perfect.

Barry's smile grew a bit more. Hopefully his plans wouldn't backfire Thursday.

He pulled out his wallet to pay for the Oreos and soon to be disposed of kale chips. "I should probably let you get back to work," he said, weirdly feeling embarrassed. "I know Apu probably needs some supervision to get those lines cleaned."

And there was a small bit of regret in Summer's own small smile, but he was right, it was Monday and she had all her orders to do and her ice cream was going to be a melty mess here pretty soon and it wasn't like she wasn't going to get to see him again soon anyway.

"It's a whole big process, apparently," she said, shrugging a little as she finally went to ring up the Oreos and those poor, poor kale chips and bag it up for Barry.

"When did you want to do the guns? Tomorrow maybe ~~handwavily or otherwise~~?"

Barry eyes opened a little wider at the sound of that. "Sure! Let's ~~handwavily~~ get them installed. I'll bring... pizza. You like pizza?" he said happily.

"I love pizza," said Summer, because what kind of weirdo didn't like pizza? And she was sort of glad for it, though, because she half-suspected she would have said that about pretty much anything he suggested.

"Sounds like a good plan."

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