Summer's hands just flew up in the air in a gesture of her endless futility and rolled her eyes. "It's always something different around here," she complained. "Happy World Softball Day, apparently."

With that, she sighed, and asked, "But how's it going, Liz? How're you feeling?"

It seemed to really be hills and valleys with her lately, which....you know, understandable, but Summer felt it would help to know how she might need to temper any news (or the absolute and utter lack thereof) if she asked.