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Well, Summer's class this semester (or, maybe more realistically, Rosa's class, given to Summer, but she was trying very hard not to think of that, which was difficult when you were pretty much expecting a death trap around every corner) was on a Monday, which was usually her big management days at Turtle & Canary, and, while she had absolutely no problem with working a million and one jobs, working two of the on the same day? Disgusting. No thank you. Hard pass. She was already having trouble squeezing enough hours into the day when she had just one focus, so trying to juggle orders and a class (and avoiding her inevitable murder) was not exactly something she thought she'd like to do, thaaaanks.

Which was why, instead, she was in the store on Sunday, to give it a whirl and see if maybe this might work for managerial tasks at the end of the week, or if she'd just shift it over to Tuesday and see how that worked.

If anything, 'having' to be into work on Sunday did work for a nice excuse to get out of a lot of family weekend things and not stick around much longer past family therapy sessions.

So Summer had a good feeling about this, as she got out her clipboard and started doing her inventory rounds, after, of course, getting up some signs that Astrid had done a great job making around the store and in the front window.

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Today's Squishy Flavors
Lemon Juice
Chop Suey
Red

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Jon had showered for a very long time, put on clothing that wasn't his sort of thing but was clean and whole, slept, and been quite thoroughly sat upon by a cat.

He was feeling almost human (ha) this morning, and he owed most if not all of it to Summer. Plus, he apparently had a literature course (on fear, because something somewhere thought it was funny) to teach, and he was still a bit out of his depth.

So, he followed her out to the shop to have more of a look around and get whatever information he could.

He frowned at the squishy flavors. "Are those...that is, I wasn't aware flavoured ice came in 'chop suey'."

"Oh, yeah," said Summer, who sometimes got so used to the Squishy flavors that she forgot how gross they could be until someone pointed it out. "That machine gives even some of my weirdest jello concoctions a run for their money, but you can always depend on Red, it's always there and we can't ever change it. Amaya tried once and managed to get Pink, but that's the closest we've gotten without the whole thing being broken down."

If there was anything there was never a shortage of around Summer, it was information.

It might always be helpful information, or even information you'd want, but there would be information.

"I'll let you have one on the house if you're willing to try it."

Because apparently having gone through the apocalypse wasn't enough for the guy already.

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"The...um...red, or the...?"

Jon was not sure even an apocalypse had prepared him for chop suey ice.

"I was thinking the chop suey one," Summer admitted, with a faintly unapologetic smile, "but you are new, maybe it's better to ease into these kinds of things."

"I, uh...I think I'd be willing to try the red. I'm not sure I'm ready for sugary chop suey flavour." Jon had had enough adventure for a while.

"That's fair," Summer allowed. "How are you feeling, by the way? Better?"

He looked better! But, well, you know. Low bar.

"Better," Jon agreed. "Thank you for...well, for everything. I'm not sure if the bath or Pancakes was the best part, but I think I needed them both."

He was even getting a tiny, sappy smile on his face when he mentioned the cat.

And that tiny, sappy smile was doing nothing but encouraging a much bigger, proud grin of Summer's own.

"Told you you were going to love her," she preened. "And, you know, she seemed to like you, too, so, with cat approval, you can stay as long as you need to get set up. Which, actually..."

She whipped out an envelop, one that was clearly addressed to him, and held it out. "I think this came for you and wound up in my mail somehow."

Which she hoped didn't mean that the island was already thinking the stay was going to be a little more permanent, but the address seemed to be just MHA in general and not specifically #4, so it getting shuffled in with her mail might have just been a lucky coincidence.

"I...wha-" Jon eyed the envelope for a moment before reaching out to take it with a sigh. "I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore, since clearly something else has arranged for me to be here."

He was just going to keep fervently hoping it wasn't malevolent. Given his luck, he wasn't holding his breath.

He opened the flap and pulled out a letter; a key fell out along with it, and he glanced down at it, confused, before reading. "'Dear Jonathan Sims, welcome to Malchanceux Harris Apartments. Information on the building's amenities is included in this letter'." He flipped through to see that it was several pages long.

"'We would also like to thank you for your agreeing to act as an on-site manager for the facilities.' What? That would imply that I was ever asked! 'Enclosed is the key for the landlord's apartment on the ground floor, which is available for your use.' But, I...look, I know less about managing apartments than I do about teaching!"

"....did you just become my landlord?" Summer asked, although she was pretty sure she was interpreting all that correctly.

It was pretty direct, if a little...unexpected.

But at least that solved the couch-crashing question!

"I, um...n-no?" Jon read it all again. "An on-site manager, whatever that is?" He flipped through the letter quickly. "There isn't even any kind of job description! Just layouts, and apparently we have a laundry, and a tenant listing."

"And a key!" Summer reminded him brightly, hopping over from around the counter to pick it up where it felt to hold it out for him.

The key was very important.

"Looks like someone's apartment search just got, like, way easier!"

"Mm." Jon eyed the key as if it might bite him. "If it can be trusted. In my experience, nobody just gives you something like a flat. And I've learned to be wary of job offers, although I suppose at least I haven't signed anything."

"I mean," said Summer, "that's totally fair and valid, but also this place just does stuff like that. You definitely wouldn't have to go far to find someone who probably had something like that happen to them, too."

In fact, the guy managing the other apartment might like a word.

"I have a friend who was just given the flower shop in town for a while, I don't think she even likes flowers.

"And what does it ask in return?" Sorry for the compulsion, Summer, but this was important.

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