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Turtle & Canary; Monday [10/17].

Yes, the store ran just fine by itself and with Apu in charge, of course, but Summer knew that it ran better with her around, so, yes, Apu, she was too busy to care what it was you'd done with your hair or why you literally found the ugliest clothes in their entire stock and put them on display out in front by the counter today and marked them down.

She was hoping he was just finally trying to get rid of them, but he then explained that this was not the case, and now the fact that he was currently sporting a pink tank top, a bright flowery kimono, and a pair of way-too-tight animal print pants at the moment...felt very targeted.

"Oh, yeah," she snorted, "because you're such a beacon of high fashion yourself."

She wore four dresses at the wedding this weekend, Apu. Two of them from Paris. And her usual look was simple and classic...

...but one hundred and ten percent with those other two, oof.

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Since both the trip and wedding were over, Liz decided to stop by and visit Summer and see about finalising some plans for Prompto’s birthday next week.

“Hi,” she smiled when she approached, “how was France?” she asked, since she hadn’t had a chance to catch up with Summer at the wedding.

To Liz's credit, Summer had been a little busy with Maid of Honor duties, costume changes, and definitely not feeling any vibes with friends.

"Uuuuugghhhh," she answered Liz's question with a groan and a tilt back of her head, "amazing. Could have done with a little less old castles and towns and shit, but, whatever, I get it, it's educational for the kids. Paris more than made up for it. I definitely spammed everything to my Insta, though, you should totally check it out.

"How was here?"

Quiet, Liz? Was it quiet? Summer was going to bet it was quiet, call it a hunch.

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Funnily enough, it was quiet so Summer's hunch was indeed correct.

Liz smiled, “it was quiet, it felt weird with most people gone,” she said, “but I’ll definitely check out your insta,” she promised, she really had to be better about keeping up to date with her social media. “It sounds like it was a great trip,”

"No one even got left behind on any of the boat stops," Summer noted.

No one that she had heard about, anyway. She could have missed it. That was fair.

"So it really was, even though I was a little nervous about going straight from the trip into the wedding, but, my god, that went blissfully well. Like, ten out of ten, hands down, best wedding I've ever been to, and with that crowd? And this place? It's a miracle nothing went horribly wrong."

Liz smiled, “it was a lovely wedding,” she agreed, “actually that was the first wedding I’ve ever been to so I can’t really compare it to any others,” she admitted. “It was a nice evening and all of your outfits were great by the way,” she added, since she had in fact noticed that Summer had seemed to change her outfit quite a few times throughout the evening.

"Awwwww," Summer put a hand to chest, never not flattered to have been noticed. "Thank you! They were pretty great dresses, weren't they? You looked very nice, too. Comfy!"

Which in most contexts she'd have totally used as a backhanded compliment, but that was absolutely not the case with this one. She meant it very approvingly, especially since she imagined comfy was a word that Liz was not going to get to associate with much in the near future.

"If that was your first wedding, though," she noted, "I feel sorry for other weddings you wind up at, because that one set a pretty high bar."

Not, like, the highest; it was pretty understated, too, but that was part of its charm. A good balance. A perfect for the couple.

“They were,” Liz agreed with a smile, “it must have been fun changing into all the different dresses and getting to wear them,” she said and then her smile widened at Summer’s own compliment about her dress.

“Thank you, It was,” she told her, “it did make it easier moving around especially when I was dancing with Prompto,” she smiled fondly at the memory, “that was nice,” she turned a little red at that.

“I think it would definitely have to be a very impressive wedding,” she considered, “if it did top that one, everything worked out really well for evening,” she wasn’t sure how many weddings she was going to get invited to be able to compare to them.

"You know," Summer mused, thinking back to the dance floor (specifically in Phase Three of bridesmaid dresses; anything in Phase Two was best left unexplored), "it's impressive, really, that he still has that much energy, even in his old age."

Summer Smith, that man was roughly the same age as your own boyfriend.

"But, hey! Speaking of old age," and how was that for an excellently executed narrative segue? Boo-yah!, "you still gonna want to do that whole birthday thing for him? Now that the wedding's over, I can totally shift my focus onto that."

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Liz smiled, “he did have a lot of energy, he was rather impressive on the dance floor,” she said fondly and then after that impressive segue she nodded, “I do still want to do the birthday celebration for him,” she told her, “it would be great if you could help with the planning, I would like it to be a nice birthday for him,” she added.

Any sort of gushing from Liz was going inspire just a bit of a side-eye from Summer, because it wasn't really all that long ago that she was in her gushing about someone not Prompto, but, then again, Summer was starting to get the feeling that Liz was the type of person who could get enraptured by someone waving a shiny set of keys in front of her and good lord, this woman was going to be responsible for a tiny human soon...

Remembering that Liz wanted it to be a bit of a surprise, Summer did her due diligence in offering the usual bribe to the squirrels just in case Prompto was inconveniently listening to radio tomorrow, and then gave Liz a considering look.

"I was thinking about it a little yesterday, when I wasn't hungover or dealing with a gremlin bite for class," she stated, "and I know we threw around a dinner party, but I'm starting to feel like that much be a bit too....I don't know, restrictive? After the wedding, something more casual might be nice. I still think the puppies are a good tie in; I was wondering if maybe we could talk to Sidon about something at the shelter..."

Liz nodded thoughtfully, “I could ask Sidon on Wednesday?” she offered, “what other options did you have in mind?” she asked.

"That's the thing," Summer admitted, with a heavy sigh, slouching a little on the counter. "I don't really have anything else, which is annoying. Parties are my jam! It's what I do!"

Another, perhaps even heavier and more dramatic sigh, and then she looked speculatively at Liz.

"I mean," she said, "what else does he like? That's, like, party-workable? ....karaoke, maybe? I bet Goose still has all the karaoke stuff in his spare bedroom from his and Gladio's party. Oh! What about, like, karaoke with puppies? At the shelter, or some shit, and, like, you can do a think where instead of gifts, maybe people donate to Furnado to help the animals? I bet he'd love that shit."

Because he was a soft, squishy cinnamon roll.

"Maybe we could ask Gladio, too," she then mused. "He's the one who's spent the most time with him lately, after all."

Well, not lately lately, but you knew what she meant.

To the surprise of no one Goose had honestly forgotten about all the karaoke equipment stashed away in the spare bedroom

“He does enjoy singing,” Liz mused, “he sings all the time to Rain,”

She smiled, “but that does sound like a great idea, karaoke and puppies, I could talk to Gladio and see if he has other ideas as well,” she had managed to talk to him at the wedding even if it was very briefly, surely she’d be okay with a conversation about Prompto’s birthday.

“So should we keep this to a small party still or invite more people?” Liz asked.

"Well, obviously," said Summer, "I'm a big proponent of 'the more, the merrier,' but I know you said you were thinking something smaller, and, you know, there's a lot to e said about a more intimate vibe. Kind of makes it a little exclusive."

She'd definitely told herself that a few time in her pre-Fandom high school days whenever a party wound up pretty sparsely populated. She was, after all, not always the radiant and self-assured social butterfly you see before you today!

"But we'd need you to put together a guest list, then," she pointed out, "and figure out how to spread the word. Fancy invitation could be kind of nice, but we also don't have a lot of time. It's coming up here soon, isn't it? Like, this weekend?"

“His birthday’s next Monday,” Liz told her, “the 25th, even though I suppose it would be better to have it on the weekend wouldn’t it?”

She bit her lip as she thought about it, “that really isn’t a lot of time for a guest list and for people to RSVP,” she considered.

"Yeah," said Summer, "no one wants to go to a Monday party, and the nice thing about a small island and modern technology is there's always the good old mass text solution....or targeted text to a specific circle of friends, whichever you decide to go with."

“Well it would probably be better to keep the party still small,” Liz considered, “maybe the targeted text would work better for that?”

"Get me the list," Summer said with a nod, "I'll send the texts."

It was definitely going to be one of those 'if you think you got on, you did!' kinds of things, wasn't if?

It was totally going to end up that way.

“I’ll definitely do that, when did you want me to get the list to you by?” Liz asked as she started silently going through a list of who she could invite to the party.

"Well," Summer thought a out it, "if we shoot for having the party maybe on Saturday? Then probably by Thursday. Friday is still fine, less room for people to just forget, but but Thursday makes it feel less like it's just being sprung onto someone last minute."

"Okay Thursday should definitely be fine, I can get it to you by then," Liz nodded and then hesitated, "do you think it should be just people Prompto knows, like Sidon and Gladio, maybe Goose? or should I invite a few others as well? That he may not necessarily know?"

Liz was pretty sure it was probably a bad idea, considering who she was thinking of but she figured maybe Summer would know more what to do with situations like these.

That was definitely quirking Summer's eyebrow a little.

"I mean," said Summer, "like I said, I'm all about the more, the merrier, but it's not my birthday, nor is he my boyfriend. Why would you invite people he didn't know?"

“I thought the party might be a good way to introduce Prompto to some new people?” Liz admitted, “I … not a lot, I mean since we’re keeping the party small but there are a couple of people I was thinking of inviting that Prompto hasn’t met yet,” she explained.

"Mmhm," said Summer, with a bit of a dubious hum over your methods there, Liz, but that reasoning was actually solid, and her expression then acquiesced. "That's actually not a terrible idea. I mean, depending on the people. But there was been a pretty big influx of new faces since he left, and he hasn't exactly had a whole lot of time to socialize, considering."

Considering how anytime she saw them together, they seemed almost surgically attached at the hip.

Arthur had been making his way through twentieth century history slowly via the book he'd picked up. Most of it was entirely too depressing, and he hoped that was just the bias of the author.

So he was here for another book, maybe a newspaper, and whatever else he could find that might help.

He stepped in and looked around.

"There are some very ugly clothes at the front of the store today," John informed him. "Not just modern, but bright, clashing colors and odd patterns."

Well, at least it was reassuring that John cared about that sort of thing, since Arthur had had to rely on him for choosing his current suit and hat. (They looked fine, John had assured him, even if they were a different cut than he was used to.)

"Let's go to the books first."

Summer had heard someone come in from the aisle where she was doing her inventory and poked her head out from it to see who it was.

"Oooh," she said. "New face! Did you come in while we were all in ~Fraaance~~?"

Yes, she had to say it like that.

"...No," Arthur answered, once he'd parsed that. "But I was in the clinic for a while." He still had one leg in a full cast ~~which I totally didn't forget~~. "I was in last week for a book, and one of your colleagues helped me."

Summer took a moment to consider that cast.

"Was it the cheese panda?" she guessed.

"We have an official form," she offered, "if you'd like to file a complaint or for medical compensation."

"What? No, what's a...never mind."

"I have no idea, either, Arthur."

Arthur shook his head. "No, it was a young man. With strange hair. My leg was broken when I arrived."

"We don't have any young men working here," said Summer, because that joke was never going to die. "But the youngest would easily be Prompto. Bad beard? Real anxious chihuahau vibes?"

"Probably. Yes," John answered.

"Yes, I think so," Arthur agreed. "He helped me find some history books. I was hoping for another."

"Is that what that note was about?" asked Summer, shaking her head. "Guy's got real chocobo scratch for handwriting, but that makes so much more sense than what I thought it said.

"We can go have a look? It was mostly French history and occult books when I was inventorying it earlier. If there's one thing this store loves, it's a theme."

Which was why it was perfect for her, really.

"I would prefer to avoid anything occult for the moment," Arthur said. He had a couple of those already. "I'm just looking to catch up on what's gone on since 1934."

"That," Summer informed him with a bit of an oof in her voice, "is some pretty heavy reading there, my dude. But 1934, huh? Welcome to the 21st century, then. Out of one depression straight into a probably next one! Lucky you!"

Not that any of that really affected this weird little corner of the multiverse, thank god.

"Anyone hook you up with a phone yet?"

"Thank you." Arthur grimaced. "I gather that a lot of it wasn't pretty, but I'm hoping there has been some good to balance the bad."

He shrugged awkwardly on the crutches. "The man at the clinic had a phone thing. It didn't seem much like any phone I'm familiar with, but he said he wasn't from Earth."

Clinic. Not from Earth.

"Stark?" Summer guessed, with a faint grin. "And, yeah, definitely leaps and bounds in phone technology in the last nearly-ninety years, and if no one has hooked you up yet, you have to let me. You won't even need to lug around books, you'll pretty much be able to have all that information at your fingertips....for better or for worse. Like a little mobile encyclopedia."

Were encyclopedias a thing then?

"Mobile library? Anyway, doesm't matter, I've got a whole thing set up for the time displaced, a phone is pretty much a necessity for this modern society."

"Stark, yes," Arthur answered. "How is a phone an encyclopedia? And why is that a necessity?"

"Communication, for one," Summer pointed out. "But, here. Let me show you."

And thus her phone appeared in her hand, almost like magic. It wasn't, of course, it was more just her returning to her nature state. She gave her phone a little shake in the air.

"Ask me about anything. Anything at all. What's something you definitely want go know more about right now?"

"She's got one of those square 'phone' things in her hands," John explained. "Ask her about the history."

"I'd like to know how a thing like that is a phone, for starters," Arthur said.

"Okay, then," Summer rolled her eyes because that was easily the least interesting thing to actually use a phone for, and she turned it back to herself, pulling up her address book. "Who should I call, then? Oh! I know!"

She turned the phone toward Arthur to show him the screen as she touched the listing for Turtle & Canary, made the call, and...

Looked very satisfied as the phone started ringing from the counter. She waited, as it kept ringing, and then rolled her eyes again.

"Apu!" she shouted. "I'm with a customer! Answer the phone!"

Which he did.

"Never mind, Apu," she told him. "It's just me. Okay, byyyyyyye!"

She held the phone out to Arthur. "Wanna try it for yourself?"

"She's holding the phone out, Arthur. Reach straight ahead and to your left. There."

Arthur stretched out his hand for it and brought it closer.

"It's got what looks like a calculator, but the numbers are in the opposite order, and they're just pictures on the screen," John said. "Oh! Each one has little letters under it, Arthur! I think these are meant to be like the numbers on a phone."

"Oh! So if you know the number of the person you want to reach, you would just dial it with letters and numbers like an actual telephone," Arthur guessed. "What about the handset, though?"

"She was just talking into it, but I don't see how it would hear you, or you the other person," John admitted.

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