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Caritas; Wednesday [09/06].

Jello-making, universe-hopping, and bartending all in one day was going to meant that Summer's Wednesdays were fully stacked, and she could imagine that there were some days where it was going to be exhausting, but she was finding it actually pretty energizing for this first one.

How many people could say they'd bounced between two different versions of Pluto and still had awesome jello shots to fling later that very same day? Not many! Definitely not Tino!

Who was still sulking that Summer hadn't brought him a souvenir from Pluto, enough to make Summer wonder if a) he realized that plutonium was, you know, radioactive and b) if that might actually not effect him at all.

And wasn't that a thought that Summer was now going to banish from her brain for all eternity from here on out?

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Far Out Galaxy
Pink Starburst*
Blue Moon
Rocket Pops
Pumpkin Spice Cup Noodle

Caritas is open!

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Bonus points/jello shots if your song is also on theme!

No radioactive jello here!

...yet.

There was a glowy alien sliding on to his regular stool but he was not radioactive.

"Hello, Summer," he said, smiling softly. "Did class go well?"

"Hello, Stark," Summer said, smiling back, and already starting to set out a nice row of all the jello shots on the bar for him. "It did, thank you. At least, I think. No one seemed more traumatized or scandalized than normal," because, you know, she had Jon in that class, and he seemed to be in a perpetual state of trauma and scandal, "and I think I got a good idea of how to avoid any more of that than necessary for future classes."

Oh, if only she took so much care against trauma and scandal in her food classes...but, well, with those ones, arguably, you definitely knew what you were signing up for.

"We went to Pluto," she continued to explain, "both this dimension's version and my own dimensions, so that we could do a nice compare and contrast on how much difference there can be between the same place in different universes."

"You weren't trying to traumatize them, were you?"

Stark smiled again and reached for one of the galaxy shots. Because it was pretty.

"I've never been to Pluto. I went to Mars, once. Not this one. Another version."

On a date. "Pluto is the very cold and dark little one?"

Summer nodded. "Literally absolutely nothing but being cold and dark in this dimension," she confirmed, "but back home, there's a whole civilization there. Granted, they're slowly mining the planet into oblivion, that's why its status as a planet was under contention in the first place, because they've mined it so much it's practically disappearing and shrinking in size, and, oof, isn't that a nice allegory for what's eventually going to happen to this planet along the line, but, you know, obviously very different. Perfect for highlighting what I wanted to for class.

"What was the Mars that you went to like?" she then asked, leaning forward on the bar a little, conversationally. "I've never been to mine before, but I think it has, like, dinosaurs and cat people, maybe?"

She shrugged.

This version of her never did that issue of the comics.

Stark frowned at the idea of mining a planet until it vanished.

"Mars was... different. Faye took me to her Mars. It was more like Earth than I thought it would be but not entirely. She made sure I stayed close so nothing would happen. It was interesting to see though, since I know here Mars is just red dust."

"And robots!" said Summer brightly. "Because didn't this dimension's NASA send a bunch of robots up there? I wouldn't be surprised if, in a couple of years or like a decade or something, they've started their own robot civilization, because that's usually how things like that go, you know? But maybe we should ~~dig into that comic~~ check out my Mars at some point. It could be fun!"

"I'd like that," Stark said quietly. "I did like flying in your ship the last time."

It had been a very nice space date.

"I don't go to other planets often at all these days."

"Me, neither," said Summer, with a little bit of a wistful sigh and a shake of her head. "I think that's why I wanted to go back to multiverse stuff for m curriculum, really. Get kind of back into the swing of things, remember my roots, you know? But, yeah," she gave him a faint smile, "let me look into a few things and I'll see what we can pull off. And if Mars is a no-go for whatever reason, it's not like we don't just have the infinity of space to choose from, or anything."

"I'm sure you have good planets you could show me," Stark said, picking up the Blue Moon shot.

"Or at least very interesting ones. Just... maybe nowhere anyone might attack us?"

"Well, that narrows it down to maybe, like...." Summer took a moment to think about it, "three planets. Four, tops, and that is pushing it."

Stark huffed out a soft laugh.

"I'm sure there are more than that. Aren't there?" He wasn't actually sure at all.

"The one you took me to where we danced nothing attacked us." Good thing since they'd been very preoccupied at the time. "You've mentioned an ice cream planet."

"No one did attack us," Summer agreed, "but someone still could have, especially if we went at a different time. But, yeah, ice cream planet is pretty much Number One on the safe planets list. No one is going to get aggro when there's a nearly unlimited supply of chocolate and ice cream at hand."

"Someone always could," Stark said with a sigh. "I just... like to avoid that if I can. If we can. I don't want you hurt. Or me hurt."

You know, since he loved her and all.

"Maybe ice cream sometime soon? Or anywhere you like."

"Please," Summer snorted faintly. "Like I'm going to take you somewhere and let anyone hurt you."

But, yeah, no, going anywhere she was familiar with without encountering any sort of potential danger was an extremely tall order. But space danger, she could handle.

"But, yeah, sure, we can do ice cream sometime. When do you think you'll be free?"

Yes, she thought she was hilarious.

Summer didn't expect to say something about not letting anyone hurt him and not have Stark looking at her with hearteye, right?

"Wednesdays are busy," he told her. "I have to see my favorite bartender on Wednesdays. I hate to miss her."

"And," Summer pointed out, "your favorite bartender also has jello shots to make as well as a class on Wednesdays now, too, so, okay, Wednesday's out. What about Friday?"

"Fridays are good," Stark said. "Any Friday. That gives you a day off in between. In case you need to rest."

Or maybe be pampered by someone who thought she deserved the world?

"Plus," Summer added, with a little bit of a shrug and and almost sheepish kind of smile, "for some weird reason, I don't ever feel like doing much on Thursdays in general."

Almost as if the energy she would normally have got spread out and redistributed elsewhere, or something. It was weird!

"Maybe," Stark suggested, eyeing his remaining shots, "someone could cook you breakfast on Thursday. So you can rest."

"Like," asked Summer, head tilted, eyeing Stark as he eyed his shots, "tomorrow Thursday? What kind of breakfast?"

"Tomorrow if you wanted," Stark told her. "And...eggs? Nothing gross this time."

"...omelettes, maybe?" Summer suggested, after a moment to think about it. "With some fancy cheeses and bacon. Ooh, or French toast, with some fresh fruit and everything."

"Whatever you like," Stark said indulgently. "I'm happy to make you breakfast. You can even sleep in."

He picked up the noodle shot and put it back down.

"You had a busy day today. You might have a busy night. So tomorrow you should relax."

Summer's chin lifted a little when Stark picked up the noodle shot, then, like the shot itself, lowered when he set it down.

"Might?" she then asked.

Dubiously.

Stark looked around the mostly empty bar, then leaned over the bar to get closer. "The bar isn't very busy," he told her, voice low. "But it might be busy later."

He picked up the noodle shot again, looked at it, then tossed it back as best he could.

"Or we could leave."

Summer bit her lip a little, but it didn't do much to hold back her smirk.

"I wasn't thinking about it being busy in the bar," she noted, before leaning in a little more and dropping her own voice, too, while lifting a speculative brow. "Do you think Tino can handle it if we do?"

"Do you think he'd rather we stay?" Stark asked quietly.

He picked up the pink Starburst shot, swallowed it, and leaned in even closer.

"I don't think he'd be very happy with me if we stay."

"Oh, yeah?" asked Summer, oh-so-innocently. "And why's that?"

Stark didn't answer. Instead he leaned in enough to close the gap between them so he could kiss her.

It seemed like the best possible answer he could give and he was feeling a little bold tonight. He'd even tried the noodle shot!

Honestly, if there had been any other response than that, Summer was going to be sorely disappointed.

And it was a smart move on Stark's part to save the Starburst shot for last, because the Cup Noodle shot was definitely going to pull away in protest.

But since that wasn't an issue...Summer was just going to pop up one leg behind her as she leaned into kissing his back.

Stark pulled back, just a little, and grinned at her.

"I'd be happy to do that all night," he said, reaching up to brush her cheek. "I'm not sure he wants that to happen while he's here."

"And if he does," said Summer, grinning back, and she let out a small laugh, "then I really do not want to stay anyway."

"Neither do I," Stark said.

He really had no other choice but to kiss her again though.

Really? No other choice, huh?

Not that Summer was complaining. Especially since her mouth was too busy with kissing Stark back.

But she did eventually pull away from him and the bar with a grin, and a trailing hand against his cheek because, somewhere in the process, it had found its way there.

"Let me go see what I can work out."

No other choice at all!

"I'll be waiting right here," Stark promised.

Better safe than sorry?

Because it's there!

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