Yeah. Okay. So absolutely no work was getting done that day. Even if Summer wasn't already sick of all the excess Valentine's Day crap the store had provided for them (you know it was bad when Summer was thinking, 'whoa, okay, I think I've had enough pink for a while, thanks') and therefor utterly lacking in motivation, she mostly just seemed capable of distractedly scrolling through Tinder at the moment, a small voice in the back of her head being a little concerned about the fact that her standards seemed to have significantly dropped and she was swiping right on pretty much everyone.

And while anonymous online hook-ups had quite the appeal, she was also starting to think about that which she usually had more sense to avoid, and that was her long list of ex's and what they might possibly be up to. Ethan was out, obviously, after what Morty did to him, but that was just her dimension's Ethan. And there had to be a dimension where Christina LaCroix was so totally single, right? And she had to wonder what Hemmorhage was up to (which should have been a big warning to her, since you know it was bad when Summer was seriously thinking about booty-calling her ex-husband).

But she was definitely thinking about it, and the only thing in her way (other than being stuck at work right now) was not knowing exactly which dimensions she'd need to get a portal to for any of those options. Which meant pausing on the Tinder for the moment and making a phone call.

"Hiiiiiii, Grampa Rick!" she chirped in her sweetest (most desperate) voice. "Sooooo, I was just thiiiiinking, if maybe you couuuuld, can I please, please, please have access to your dimension database? Pretty please? I'll promise not to go poking around all your crap the next time I visit home if you do!"

"First off," Rick answered, burped, and then continued, "Summer, don't make promises I know you won't keep. And," another burp, "second, no, you can't use the dimension database hook up with various different versions of all your weird exes."

"What?" Summer's shock at being put on blast like that almost overrode the confused chuckle she offered in an attempt to cover it up. "No! Noooo, no. What...what makes you possibly think that? Don't be--"

"You're a bad liar, Summer," Rick cut her off, "and, also, the reading from that chip I implanted in you to monitor all of your vitals is telling me that your, uuuuughhhh," a disgusted burp, "sex pheromones are pretty much through the roof right now."

"That chip you what?"

"Oh, no, Summer, oh, look at the time! I'm due for leading a peasant uprising in the Haxion squadron of the Mmrefrenthor galaxy in, like, five minutes! I gotta go! Like, bummer, sweetie! Too bad!"

"Wait, no, Rick!"

But he was already gone, and, of course, any attempts to call him back after that just went straight to voicemail.

"That sick weird son of a bitch!"

But, hey! At least Summer wasn't thinking about sex for at least a little while now!

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