Turtle & Canary; Monday [04/12].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, on the one hand, the store had apparently been home to eight little children for most of the weekend, but, on the other hand, they apparently mostly took after their dad, so the store was amazingly tidy and clean when Summer came in that day and realized the most challenging thing she'd likely have to deal with was not tripping over one of Apu's kids as she went about her usual Monday inventory and ordering duties.

Unfortunately, since there were nine Nahasapeemapetilons in the store, the obsession with fake holidays was in full effect, meaning there were discounts available to anyone wearing a star, Russian cosmonauts, street children, and on books and licorice.

It was all fun and games, too, until, after a quick trip to google, Summer pointed out that they'd clearly missed National Only Child Day, and so clearly, the only way to celebrate was to have a baby battle royale death match to which Nahasapeemapetilon had what it took to rise above the rest.

Apu was not amused, and Summer now had an obvious favorite among his kids thanks to the one who emerged not soon after weilding a spatula and a collander on her head, clearly ready for this supposed battle.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Baked Ham with Pineapple
Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Red

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[somethingwithscience]

"Well... not in this timeline," Holly said, adjusting her glasses and lab coat for maximum adorability.

Like 25% more cuteness than before. She had it calculated out.

"Plus Morty Jr. is a creep in every timeline."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," said Summer. "That tracks."

Because what else was there to say in that regard?

[badassprodigy]

Barry cleared his throat. "Okay. So. About that fucking unicorn thing," he said sensing that perhaps a change of topic was in order. "I get you think it's adorable and all but that experiment has Cronenberg film written all fucking over it. So. When you were off with your mom? I worked on this for you."

He put his fingers in his mouth a let out a sharp whistle. A moment later a small pink colored robot unicorn with wings zoomed into the room and began zooming around Holly in circles shouting "Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!"

Holly let out a gasp of excitement.

"And it shoots glitter lasers. That won't kill anyone." he added.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," said Summer, "I give it about ten minutes after she gets home before that changes..."

But despite the wryness in her voice, it was absolutely impossible not to watch something like that and become instantly enamoured by the whole thing. Like, god, the things Summer would have done at Holly's age to have a robotic flying unicorn with glitter lasers, damn.

She smiled over at Barry. "I'm pretty sure," she said, "that that is the most fucking adorable thing I have ever seen."

And she wasn't talking about the unicorn itself.

[somethingwithscience]

Holly grabbed Ultron-Sprinkles in her hands and giggled.

Yes. It may not be the Sprinkles she wanted but it was most definitely the Sprinkles she deserved. Soon to go into the collection of all the other AU Sprinkles from all the other AU parents.

It was then she looked up and saw the adoringly sweet looks AU Dad and Mom were giving each other.

"Ew. Are you two going to bone? Because drop me off at the portal now because I do not care for that fucking vibe."

If there was any doubt this kid came from Summer and Barry, it was definitely cleared up by this last stateemnt.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"That fucking vibe," Summer pointed out, "is the whole reason you even exist, little lady."

A pause.

A few potential scenarios where she could, theoretically, exist without it. And so, a correction:

"Probably the whole reason you even exist. What?" Summer smirked, unable to help herself, going to loop her arm around Barry's and leanin ginto him because she figured she could probably kill two very different birds with one stone right now. "You're saying you don't want a big brother?"

[badassprodigy]

Barry laughed.

And laughed a bit harder when Holly started shouting "Ew! Ew!Ew!Ew!Ew!Ew!"

Barry looped his arms around Summer and smirked. "I'm thinking at least two more right?"

Holly glared at both of them. "That's not going to happen because then we'll outnumber you."

Barry frowned at that. "Not all of them can be geniuses, right?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"There's got to be a certain statistical chance that one of them could be like a Morty," said Summer, who was clearly going to leave that calculation to the geniuses and also did not care that Morty was getting dragged through the mud a lot in this conversation; it wasn't like any of it was, like, untrue. Second case in point: her father. "We could be playing with fire. So the real question is...is that a risk we're willing to take?"