There was a small moment of glowing pride for the comment on Fandom's vast availability of pretty much everything, since she kiiiiinda felt pretty instrumental in that, with the store and all, and then snorted a little at the question, passing a wry smirk over to Barry as the ship got moving.

"Funny you should ask that after I mentioned the Fed," she said. "They're kind of the whole reason I'm here. Right, so, there was this whole thing, where my grampa turned himself in to the Galactic Federation, and spoiler alert they took over Earth, and it was total bullshit, and I couldn't believe we were just letting that happen. So I wanted to figure out how to break him out of there, you know, because it was bullshit, they couldn't just do that, but my conformist, weak-spined parents were all, 'Summer, the Federation has been so good to us now!' Which it, like, wasn't, but whatever. Anyway, so their solution was just to be all, 'let's send Summer away until she gets this out of her system,' so I kid you not, I totally thought this place was a complete Federation brainwash summer camp, or some shit, for the first few weeks. You should have seen me lose my mind when I found out we had real food here instead of pills!"

And a whole obsession with pancakes was this born, although there was plenty of evidence to suggest that the pancakes thing had deeper roots.

"Anyway, my brother and me eventually managed to bust Grampa Rick out of space prison, and we dismantled the Galactic Federation, and I decided to finish up school here because I liked it so much."

Summer shrugged a little, shaking her head slightly as she marveled at how that seemed, like, FOREVER ago, then smiled over at him.

"What about you? What's your Fandom story?"