"I do," Summer assured her with a nod, and doing a poor job of hiding her grin. "But if you do all of those, you just get bronze. If you do at least two of them with booze, though, you can maybe get silver."

Because, yeah, Summer, Jesse was totally here for the boozy jello medals.

"They're all fairly basic," Summer warned her, as she turned to get the set-aside virgin shots for that rare teetotaler in their midsts. "I mean, compared to my usual fare, but, you know, still a good time all around."

And she did rather like setting them up because that was also part of the whole effect and even if Jesse did decide to try all of them, Summer was completing the presentation with a nice generic beer off to the side for her, too.

"We've had a nice solid block of normal for a few days," Summer pointed out, with a light shrug and a faint grin, "so I really can't complain. Plus an impromptu slumber party last weekend? I'll take it!"

Her head tilted to serve that consideration right back at Jesse. "How about you?"

Adding that last part saved you a sarcastic little comment about how shocked Summer was that Jesse wasn't into the whole slumber party thing, so...good job on that, Jes.

Nothing was probably going to save Jesse from the intrigued lift of Summer's eyebrow at that last part, though.

"Oh?" she prompted, because sometimes, you just had to see what kind of blanks the person filled in for themselves before going at it with your own pen.

"So," Summer mused, "one difference could definitely be the fact that you've got company other than yourself. But who would you with?"

She had some ideas! She was pretty sure Jesse would probably outright reject at least one of them, but still! It was certainly an intriguing mind exercise to possibly nudge toward....

"And also," she added, part distraction, part genuine curiousity, "where would you go? Is there anywhere that's, like, aways been on the Jesse Faden Potential Vacay Bucket List?"

Summer's nose instantly wrinkled, and it had nothing to do with the avoidance of that first question there, Jes, and entirely to do with the mention of Florida.

"Yeaaahhhh," she agreed with that sentiment. "Although....Annie could probably make some good suggestions with Hawaii now, and Barry took me to this great little private tropical island for Valentine's Day, if it's actually not underwater right now, maybe he could hook you up."

Don't mistake her not going back to it as having forgotten!

"It's really nice," Summer allowed, deciding to just sort of bask happily in her own memories for a little moment. "Beautiful sunsets. Quiet. Relaxing....And, I mean, not to brag or anything," totally bragging, "but I can probably do him one better and suggest a few nice private planets to look into, too, if you wanted to take this whole vacay thing off orbit."

Which was...the weirdest part of all, because admitted that you were weird around here was like admitting that water was wet.

"I definitely know somewhere that mixes 'tropical cliche' with 'weird,'" Summer assured her, "but that all kind of depends on whether or not you're weird enough to be cool with a race of hyper-intelligent but honestly kind of snooty lobster people running the show."

And then her expression went a little...conflicted, mostly because of what that small deflation made her feel.

"And...that's not that weird, Jes."

Like...who did she think she was talking to right now?

"Sounds cool, yeah," Summer allowed, "but they can be real dicks sometimes, too. Like anyone without a shell is just not even worth their time, you know? Great mai tais, though."

She considered Jesse a moment longer.

"You should totally go, though," she decided. "I can get you hooked up through Portalocity, even. And it was a part of the former Federation's main hub, so they're actually really great for tourists, even if the former Federation definitely considers Earth basically the multiverse's Florida."

A beat.

"Actually," she realized, "Alabama's probably more accurate."

So you know. Yikes.

Summer's grin in response was a little wry. "Yeaaaah, not the best look," she said, with a what can you do? sort of shrug, "and I don't love it, but also, they're not wrong. They honestly probably wouldn't have even bothered with Earth at all in my universe if it weren't for my grampa."

"That's....kind of a long story," said Summer, realizing that she hadn't actually told this story in a while, and, in a way, it was almost her origin story around here, too, wasn't it? But the crux of Jesse's question was also...a little hard to answer. "And I guess...it'd kind of be easier to say what he didn't do. They had him pegged for so many space crimes, I don't even know probably a third of them, but if you boil it down, he's really the only person in our dimension to actually get interdimensional travel. I think that was the main reason they were after him, without even getting into all the space crimes and misdemeanors.

"Which is kind of crazy to think about the fact that this dimension already has a whole-ass business with interdimensional travel at its core, with an app and everything, but that's probably why Grampa Rick acts like someone pissed in his soda every single time I use it for myself. Like, yeah, sorry, old man, you're not such hot shit after all. Infinite reality, bitch. There's just as many versions of you that suck as there are ones that don't."

There was a pause.

"Ohmygod," Summer said. "I am so telling him about that, it is going to piss him off so much."

Rubbing how absolutely obsolete he was in the grand scheme of things now in Rick Sanchez's face: Summer's new favorite Olympic Sport, and she was going for gold, baybeeeeee!