fandomtownies | Turtle & Canary; Monday [11/23].

Looking back at her actual time as a student here, Summer could dredge up some pretty cringey moments, sure, and not even ones that had to deal with that one time her grampa replaced her with a robot for a straight-up month. But absolutely nothing in that year-and-a-half was even remotely as cringe as Summer had been when she was fourteen, yet somehow...somehow....she'd managed to be even cringier than expected all weekend.

Thankfully, Summer was not the cringe fourteen year old anymore, and was just going to take a moment to appreciate that growth and life experience and character developments and gaining a firm sense of cynicism and jaded apathy about most things were very good things, and she was also glad for the fact that she had plenty of orders and business to take care of at the store that day to throw herself into and mostly just forget about the fact that this weekend had even happened for the time being.

Oh, and dealing with all those turkeys in the back room. They'd probably take turkeys in at the animal shelter, right? They'd pretty much have to, wouldn't they? How did they even fit so many turkeys in that back room in the first place? Clearly, the world involved much greater mysteries than why it was so embarrassing to be fourteen...

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Barry had been a teen this weekend. But to be honest the teenage version of Barry was a giant nerd who woke up on an island he knew nothing about and spent all weekend in his lab trying to figure out what the fuck happened.

So it was a grateful adult Barry who showed up at T&C and headed directly to the register to see Summer.

"Hey. What's your take on Utah?"

That was the sort of question that was going to earn you a long look, Barry.

"You mean...besides Mormons?"

That was also the sort of question that made Summer realize that this really was something special, between them, because there he was,actually making her feel genuinely intrigued about...Utah.

“Jello,” Barry said with a smirk. “People in Utah are fucking nuts about it and even have a jigglefest festival every thanksgiving. I figured if you’d rather avoid your grandfather and your dad’s bee farm...”

And her mother trying to compensate for maybe being a clone by turning the mothering up to eleven, and Morty being...Morty, and...

Summer's head tilted thoughtfully. "You know," she mused, "that actually does make kind of a weird sense; I bet it's practically like another planet out there, anyway. And I don't even, like, feel bad that this wasn't even on my radar because, you know...

She didn't need to say it, she felt, but she would.

"It's Utah. Which...you're proposing we go to. For Thanksgiving."

Just to make sure she was up to speed here.

“I’m not saying that partying with the fucking LDS is going to be a great time but it gets us off the island. Someplace fucking normal. And... I don’t know. I just thought it would be nice to go somewhere where it was just you and me.

That last part was a bit slower than the rest of his diatribe.

“Plus. Fucking jello.”

The smile that had started to grow on Summer's face through the appeal couldn't help blossoming at the addendum.

"Plus, fucking jello," she agreed, because how could she possibly dream of saying no now? "Although, I know we both have pretty skewed ideas of what 'normal' is anymore, but I'm still pretty sure jello parties with the fucking LDS isn't really it, but..."

The pause was only partly for dramatic effect. The other part was sort of just to marvel at the fact that she was actually kind of digging the idea?

"I'd be willing to give it a try."

The just you and me part was a big factor.

And the jello.

Like, exactly how fucking nuts were they talking about here? Inquiring minds totally needed to know.

Well the senator of the state has weekly "Jello Talks" with his constituents.

That's saying something.

"Good," Barry said with a grin as he leaned on the counter. "And if it's fucking boring we can go to my dimension and have friendsgiving with Roxie and Jeremy. But they only serve the menu from ~~meta~~ the Charlie Brown thanksgiving special."

"That's a good escape plan," Summer said, as she folded her arms in front of her to lean forward on the counter a bit herself, somehow managing to find even more of a grin. "If anything, we can pit-stop on the way for something in a dimension that didn't think to celebrate something rooted in the mass subjugation, oppression, and colonization of entire native populations, so it's, like...just another Thursday."

"I would like to see that," Barry said tilting his head in thought. "A day where you celebrate family instead of how fucking awful we were and still are."

He paused a bit longer. "As long as that dimension still has turkey and jellied cranberry sauce."

Summer's eyes drifted off a little in a wistful sort of imagining of just that.

"We'd probably end up," she mused, "somewhere where that's literally all they eat, but that's fine, that just means they really won't miss any we pick up for ourselves."

Or one where the turkeys were the oppressors instead. That actually seemed way more likely, but she didn't say that one, because then they'd probably be at guessing alternate realities all day...

"I fucking approve of this plan," Barry said leaning in for a quick kiss. "Pick you up after work tomorrow? Or are you letting Tino take the reins for once?"

"Barry." After the requisite glowing over even just a quick kiss, Summer's expression went Very Serious. "Leave Tino alone on the biggest drinking night of the year when I have a legit reason to put vodka, jello, and gravy together in an unholy seasonal trilogy? Come on."

"Vodka and fucking gravy?" Barry said, his eyes going wide in horror for a moment. "Wow. Just fucking wow."

He smirked. "You're a madwoman but I love you anyway."

He leaned in for a quick kiss. "Got to run to class. I'll see you Wednesday."

Turtle & Canary; Monday [11/23].

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