fandomtownies | The Perk; Sunday Morning [01/19].

"Well, no," Summer admitted to the barista, "I don't know if it'll work, but it's worth a try, right? I mean, it shouldn't be too hard to make a latte taste like a pancake, without having to just, you know, blend a pancake right in there. Which isn't a terrible idea, either, but let's save that for the zero hour, and start simply. Maybe just maple syrup and...I don't know...oat milk? That's where we can start, and we'll work our way through from there ..."

And the resulting drink wasn't bad, it just wasn't quite what Summer was looking for, but she felt it was a good start and it would do for now, as she went to go find a comfortable spot to sit a little and work on her lesson plans on her tablet.

At least, that was the original idea, until she got thoroughly distracted shopping for cute winter boots.

"Ooh," she said, swiping through, "I am definitely ordering these for the store. And these. And thooooose...."

Because, you see, if she ordered them for the store, then she could put it on the store's account, and then buy them using her discount. Brilliant!

[[ please save me from work. And Summer from herself. Open for all your perkly needs! ]]

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"I did hear somethin' 'bout goin' inside a guy's body from your class," Iris admitted. "That seems like a cut above mere volcanoes and kidnappin' in my book. The rest of your class goin' to be as weird?"

You know, now that she had the chance to hear other people say it, Summer was wondering how she could have ever been worried it wouldn't be enough.

"That's the idea!" she said brightly. "Of course, I was expecting to have at least afew fresh brains to break, but I think I'll still have fun with the group I got."

Iris laughed.

"So is the goal breakin' 'em or is it preparin' them?" she wondered. "Or are you claimin' both for plausible deniability?"

"Oh," said Summer, without missing a beat. "Both. Definitely both. But plausible deniability's got nothing to do with it. I've got a reputation to uphold."

She knew she had students who would never look at a banana the same way ever again, and she was only just getting started.

"Besides, they do kind of go hand-in-hand, anyway."

At least in her experience. She wasn't born this jaded, after all.

She wasn't?

"And just coastin' by on reputation ain't seemin' like the sort of thin' you'd be unbored with for long," she noted.

Sure, that was a sentence.

"But what were that 'bout space debris?"

To think, Summer's life had actually been what could have conventionally called normal at one point. And then in came a crash course in the Multiverse, and it was either pick up or break down...

...This Summer definitely went with 'pick up.'

And maybe pick up others on her way, too.

But to Iris's question, she just waved a dismissive hand. "Had to blow up the jello shop," she said, not feeling really sure how much Iris even knew of what Summer's plans had been, but figuring it was a small enough town that bits and pieces would have gotten picked up here and there. "It's a long story, but I will say that it was definitely worth it, I'm just sort of....you know...banned in a good amount of that galaxy right now, so I figured, if I've got to lay low, I might as well do it here, until everything blows over."

That Summer had left to Jello shop it up in space was... about the extent of Iris' knowledge, really, so she just shrugged a little in sympathy.

"Well, it happens," she commiserated, "and it ain't like anyone here'll care that you're... a Jello outlaw."

Then she laughed.

"Steeeeeeve might," said Summer, after a moment to think of it and a laugh of her own, trying really hard not to picture Steve's disappointed expression, but it was just so strong, "but I don't think he'll complain too much as long as I can still make terrible jello monstrosities here. But it sure as hell beats going back home and dealing with my family, so I'll seriously take Fandom any day. I like being back, even if I'm going to miss it out there and I wish I could still be out there, you know, in the middle of it all, but I think they're gonna be okay."

"Okay, but if Steve cares then that's more is problem than yours," she said, amused. "Long as what you're leavin' up there'll be okay, there's worse things to be than an outlaw. Even if here ain't that big."

"Here ain't that big," Summer agreed, "but it's a lot bigger than the place I wound up the last time I was a space outlaw. Like, literally, it was the tiniest planet ever, took, like, not even half a day to walk the full 360 around it. But it wasn't that bad, because the other option had a constantly screaming sun."

"How did gravity work on that tiny planet?" Iris wondered, then shrugged a little. It didn't really matter and she weren't scientifically inclined in that sense enough to really care. "But, gods, a sun that screamed? That's just torture. I were trapped for months on a world where everythin' were 'bout the sport cricket and that ain't near as bad as that sun of yours."

"Oh, yeah," said Summer, "and the days on that planet? Forty-two hours. Yeah, no thanks. I'll take 'gravitationally impossible planet,' but cool offer. And you know what? I'm surprised I haven't been to more planets that are just completely about one sport. That seems like it would be a really easy," gag, "niche, for all of those one-time-stop fly-over planets scattered around the multiverse to really capitalize on."

"Ain't much fun if you're stuck there," Iris noted, "but if you were there on purpose, I can see where you're comin' from..."

"So," Summer took a sip of her Wishes-it-could-be-Pancakes Latte, "how'd you end up stuck on Goofiest Sport Ever world, anyway?"

"Were tryin' to get back home," she said, picking at her apple fritter. "The multiverse weren't super keen on lettin' me get there."

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