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Fix and Clean Shop- Saturday

It was a busy morning for Dwight. Several deliveries had been made the last few days, some of them quite large, and there were boxes stacked around the shop that still needed to be unpacked, added to inventory, and then set out. Most of it was odds and ends he needed around the shop, but there was some new hardware and accessories out in case anyone needed something for a quick and easy project. There was also a new shelving unit to put together and a stack of wood in the back storage room that needed to be organized still.

And so, with the morning run behind him, and a cup of coffee on the counter already half empty, Dwight got to work on trying to figure out the shelf. It wasn't anything special, and sure he could have just made a shelf himself, but he didn't need anything flashy or fancy and wanted to save the good wood for actual projects. So there he was, in the middle of the shop, a bunch of boards and screws and poles spread out around him as he stared a the sheet of instructions in his hand.

"Put pole A2 into the hole marked B1 on the shelf and secure with peg I2...." Dwight looked at the stuff littered around him and sighed, rubbing his head. Maybe it would have been easier to just have made the shelf himself....

Shop is open

(and I am desperate for distractions today)

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Cue a certain ponytailed redhead (no, not that one) popping her head through the door.

"Oh! Good!" said Summer, as the rest of her followed her head in coming into the shop. "You're in!"

And then she considered the mess of materials.

"Busy?" she asked, quirking a brow.

"Ah Summer" Dwight said looking up from the mess. "Just... trying to get this together" he said with a general wave. "Dang complicated mainland shop ~~IKEA~~ design!"

Dwight put the instructions down and stood up, giving his attention to Summer fully.

"How have you been? What brings you by today?"

"I've been gooooooood," Summer said, drawing it put a little in a way that might have hinted that it wasn't entirely the truth, but, in the grand scheme of things, it was definitely true enough for their purposes. "Thinking about using the break week ahead of us for a nice little long overdue space jaunt, and thought I'd swing by and see about that upgrade to Luxury Class we talk about for Pancakes..."

And here she was looking over the assortment of to-be-shelf shrapnel with a certain level of newfound, unspoken doubt about such pursuits...

The implied lack of faith hurt Summer. Really.

Dwight gave a nod towards the counter behind them as he walked over and reached behind the counter.

"Got it all ready for you and Pancakes here. Got a play area and then a nice separate sleeping area as well that you should be able to set up in any area of the ship you want."

To be fair, pre-fab stuff was definitely, like, next level, but this was allegedly your job, Dwight!

Summer was, however, properly distracted by an actual final product, which she wasn't expecting, really. She'd shown up expecting to do some light ball-busting, but this was great.

"Oooooooooh!" she gushed with approval. "She is going to totally love ignoring that this whole thing exists!"

Or Maybe it was the general idea and all custom made with pipes and materials... ya know, little bit of both worlds.

"Heh yeah, typical cat... Would probably prefer the boxes the materials came in over this" Dwight said with a slight laugh. "Hopefully she enjoys is when she decides to use it."

"Oh," Summer assured him, "I'm sure she will. Especially if I threaten to donate the whole thing to Issa since she's clearly not using it. That'll definitely get her attention."

She moved over to give the structure a closer look before asking, "Is it pretty much good to go? I was going to do some ship maintenance later, might as well go ahead and get it installed while I'm at it, too."

"Yup all good to go. Wasn't exactly sure what the layout of the ship was so I designed it so it should be easy to attach in a number of ways." Dwight paused for a moment then added "If you end up needing anything specific as far as hardware goes i got options" he ended with a nod towards the display wall.

"I'm sure I can figure it out," Summer said with a nod, already organizing inside her brain (it always had been good at compartmentalizing after all!). " If not, you'll just be seeing me again later.

"Maybe by then," she threw Dwight a grin, "you'll even have made progress on that..."

A glance toward the scattered bits and pieces.

"...whatever it's supposed to be."

"Shelf" he said with a sigh and glance at the infuriating pile. "Had thought buying one would be easier than making one since I don't need anything fancy for my needs right now... Beginning to think that was a mistake!"

"All that," Summer's brows lifted, "for a shelf? Does it, like, fly or something?

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"Wish it would...." Dwight said with a dry laugh. "But no just a floor to ceiling, about five foot wide shelving unit. Would be great for ya know storing boxes of small things like hinges and screws and nails and what not. If... I can manage to get the dang thing together!"

"You know, I bet Barry could get it to fly for you if you really wanted it to," Summer pointed out, "but that looks so unnecessarily complicated that I'd be worried it would give even him an existential meltdown, and no one needs that."

"Yeah, probably no point is spreading the pain around... poor Barry hasn't done anything bad enough to deserve that torture I am sure."

Summer had that look on her face that said she could definitely argue that point and it wouldn't even be that hard, but ultimately, it was best left alone, lest they wind up going down that path all day.

And decided to go with what she assumed was a far more safer topic, given the genuine innocence and casualness in which it was asked, "Why not get Amaya to help?"

"An right.. Amaya..." Dwight said, suddenly wishing he was farther along with the shelf so he could focus on that instead of that question. "I don't think she'd much like me calling her right now asking for help" he said simply. "She's got enough on her hands right now. Doesn't need a distraction like this" he said with a slight shrug.

Summer's head tilted a little...curiously at that, especially since that didn't sound much like the Amaya she knew, who she was pretty sure thrived on distractions for her distractions.

There was maybe a slight squint before she said, "Yeah, you're probably right. She'd probably just wind up trying to add a bunch of spikes to it, anyway, and that just sounds dangerous."

"Eh spikes could be useful if done correctly...." Dwight said. "Pretty sure she has got enough on her plate to keep her busy and distracted, just as she likes. Between the class Amaya's been doing and the special visits she's been getting lately."

There was one bad side to listening to radio. Certain things were hard to ignore or pretend were not happening.

"'...special visits...?'" asked Summer, because how could she not, and also, she was a little bit pissed that her eyebrow was already quirked because she'd quirk it all over again if she could.

Movie Nights. Routine Maintenance. Business Partners. Special Visits?

This woman seriously need to pick a euphemism and stick with it.

But not that last one, that last one was terrible.

"Irene" Dwight said simply. "Which is fine. Glad Amaya's keeping herself busy, as she seems to be having a good time. No reason to mess that up for her. Amaya seems better now than when we last spoke, so that's all good" Dwight said with a shrug and small grin. Because really, there was no denying the conversations and encounters reported by radio seemed a drastic improvement for her over the yelling and screaming and locking in bathrooms of the last time they had really done anything together.

And slamming doors! Don't forget those, too!

Summer took a moment, thinking back to when the last conversation she'd had with Dwight about the blacksmith in question actually was, and she wasn't really sure, but she'd been picking up a slightly different vibe to the discussion back them.

And there was definitely something in the way he said it that was definitely catching her attention.

The slight squint was back when she looked at him.

"....when was the last time you spoke?" she ventured.

"Other than a quick, "oh hey you're back" encounter shortly after I got back.... it was back when all the visitors were on the island" Dwight said slowly. "When everyone.. well, a lot of people... were acting a bit odd around the island. Seems during that time Amaya and I..." Dwight sighed.

"We evidently eloped and got married. Woke up together the next day. All that had happened that week, gone. All the feelings gone... on her end at least" he added with a somewhat pained expression. "And...well... she didn't react too well to it at all."

Understatement of the year there Dwight. But didnt seem like there was any reason to rehash all those painful memories and feelings unnecessarily.

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"Whaaaaaat," said Summer, succinctly.

How did this even slip her radar???

Well, okay, she was too busy dating the whole town at the time, she couldn't really be too mad at herself for that one.

And she might have said something else, poked in a little deeper, rooting around in the drama like a pig hunting for truffles, if it weren't for the look on Dwight's face matched with that 'on her end at least.'

"Ooooooof," was all that was left that could be said, with a slight wince, "that's rough, dude."

"Amaya's happy. That's all that matters..." Dwight said with a slight shrug and all sincerity in intent, even if expression and tone didn't quite match.

"Better for her too. Amaya doesn't need all my baggage. She deserve to be happy and if that comes from Irene then I am happy for them both." Because truly he was, it was just still a bit...fresh.

It was definitely an experience, witnessing that kind of kicked puppy energy from a person of Dwight's stature.

"Uh-huh," said Summer, definitely convinced, totally believing that, for suuuu-uuu-uuure.

"And what about you being happy?"

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"Doesn't seem to be my lot in life... at least for relationships" Dwight said with a shrug. "My ex, my sister, my father, Amaya... just not lucky in that department. Seems to be the Hendrickson way."

Summer's nose wrinkled a little, because she may not know Dwight's ex, sister, or father, but she did kind of feel like that sort of thing might be kind of a given with that last one.

And then:

"That's, like, four people, that's not even a good sample size."

"Oh there's more than that... and It' probably best for everyone that I quite while I am ahead. Four people in the last 10 years. Think that is a pretty good sign" Dwight said with a sigh. "At least for now anyways. Amaya's better off anyways. Happier. And thats what matters most to me."

Summer was just going to look at Dwight for a moment, wondering if he could hear what he sounded like right now, and decided to just tuck that away for later.

"I could help you out with the shelf, if you wanted," she offered.

Since that was what started this particular tangent and whatnot.

"If you want," Dwight said with a faint grin. "I should be able to figure it out, but won't say no to an extra pair of hands."

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