And that was sooooo much nerdier, woooow, but it was hard to not give Barry a pass for it because it was also, like, super validating.

"Ohmygod," said Summer, "I hope my actual flight instructor felt that even from a galaxy far, far away, because he would die. Also, he'd probably totally disapprove of that just now...at least officially."

And at least focusing on the flying would help her from getting too maudlin about this particular topic, too.

"It was Kanan," she offered, "the friend I was helping with the secret spy base jello shop. I mean, I knew how to fly even before I came here. I had my own ship for a little while," and that was all they needed to say about that, "and, obviously, I'd carjack Grampa Rick's P.O.S. on occasion, but he's the one who actually, you know, taught me how to actually do it, like, legit."