Toward the end of all that, the ship accelerated as they hit those sweet portal coords; it wasn't necessary to accelerate, obviously, but there was just something about speeding up through a portal that gave Summer a little thrill enough to the point where it became a habit with her, that slight lurch of the engines followed by the sudden, sometimes subtle shift in the space around them.

"Glad I could help," she said, a little too genuine to be fully cocky about it, but it was kind of hard not to be after all that, as she took a moment to reorient the ship and her sense of navigation. Good, they weren't too far off course at all.

"And it's Pancakes," she offered, her expression going warm and adoring and maybe a little sheepish now. "Because her fur is the exact color of a perfectly cooked pancake."

IT WAS A THING, OKAY?

"You'll have to come meet her sometime," she added, because, you know, then he'd have to come by her apartment...and stuff.