Summer grinned a little, wondering if he'd just really done his research, or if it was pretty much impossible to spend more than a few days on the island anymore without her infamous jello shots coming up.

Either way, she felt it was a win for her.

"I don't know," she said with a laugh, "the normal stuff? Which just sounds boring and lame after all that. I have a cat?" Which meant there was a good chance Barry wasn't leaving this ship without at least a little cat fur getting on him, because for a supposedly short-haired breed, Pancakes shed a lot. "I really like Instagram and discovering new music, shopping, fashion, cute animals, the Bachelor, partying with my friends..."

God, the more she went on, the more vapid it all sounded, especially following all that other stuff. You didn't really have to think about how it sounded when you usually just threw it up on a Tinder profile.

"...exploring the various intricacies of of the endless variety that exists in the infinite interdimensional multiverse?"

That was better.

"What about you?" Summer asked. "It's not all experiments and lab work and being, like, super smart all the time, is it? Well..." She really couldn't help herself with this one, as evident in her smirk, "and also working at our quaint local sex shop..."