"Oh, definitely," said Summer. "You think I could handle only two job? So, unless the moose fucks it up, I'll be next semester's Multiverse Economics teacher, since that's, you know, kind of my jam."

One of many jams, really.

And if it just sounded like a fancy excuse for shopping, then that was legit and absolutely what it was. Look, one of her mentors once had a class blatantly called 'An Excuse for Field Trips.' She learned from the best.