"Just a day," Summer assured him, trying (not that hard) to at least be moderately polite in not look, but, come on. Especially when he was more than welcome to get an eyeful of her lovely pile that included such exciting revelations like 'inciting a race war', 'nearly genociding an entire race,' 'generational alcoholism,' 'blowing up several exes (probably)', and 'hey, remember that one time your grampa's ship melted a child in front of your eyes just to protect you'.

There was a lot, it would literally take an entire day to sort through even a fraction of Summer's trauma, but anywaaaaay....

"...hopefully. I'm pretty sure if it lasted longer than that, the entire island itself would just sink into the ocean under the collective trauma of everyone's baggage. This is not generally a place where well-adjusted people tend to flock to, after all."