somethingwithturquoise | Syndulla Scrap, then Parts Beyond; Tuesday Evening [08/18].

Even though she knew everything was fine, Summer was a little tempted to get to the scrapyard early and fiddle with the ship before things got started for her daaaate, but, on the other hand, she did not turned her bedroom into a warzone of rejected outfits (which were surely now collecting enough cat hair to knit a sweater as Pancakes inevitably assumed all those clothes were strewn about specifically for her to sleep on) until settling on something seemingly effortless just to risk messing it up. She also thought about being 'fashionably late' andm making Barry wait for her at the ship, but, ugh, no, did we really want to be that person? So she got there early enough to just check some of the basic diagnositics (especially with the new power source) and got her started to warm her up, reminding herself of what Rey had said about her overthinking it.

So she figured she might as well just delve into the most mindless thing possible to counterbalance it by scrolling through Instagram for potential shot ideas for this apparent Girls Night Out that was going on tomorrow.

If there wasn't at least some karaoke involved, she was going to be so disappointed in this generation (which was still technically also pretty much her own generation, but shhhh).

[[ for that guy! ]]

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"Oh," Summer said with a small laugh and a tone of firm conviction, "you're definitely in charge of the second date!"

You think she was going to go through all that planning and flailing and more flailing all over again? He could handle a little sweat himself.

But then her smile softened at him. "But I don't think you have anything to worry about."

There was a beat, then that smile went smug and cocky, and excuse her for preening just a bit.

"I know I'm a hard act to follow."

"Fuck. Tell me about it," Barry said running his hand over his head. "But I am a guy with a 350+ IQ. I should be able to figure something out."

He laughed but it ended in a nervous chuckle that he tried to hide with food. "This hummus is fucking amazing. Have you ever made a hummus jello shot?"

Is that a poor attempt to change the conversation?

"How did you get so wrapped up in.... um.... exotic jello shots anyway?"

Yep. It was.

It wasn't a poor attempt to change the conversation, because it wasn't as if Summer would ever mind talking about it, but it was a poor attempt to conceal the attempt as so obvious. Summer was willing to allow it, though only after she basked a little over him maybe sweating more than a little about it already.

"I haven't," she admitted, regarding the hummus, "but now I am so going to try."

And then she was off.

"Okay, so," she started, "I don't remember, like, all the details? But I'm pretty sure it started in a class. Either Steeeeve Rogers made a joke, or I brought one as a joke, but there was something in class with a picnic, I don't even know why, but, anyway, there clearly had to be a horrible jello mold if there was going to be a picnic, right? And Steeeeeve got so thrilled about it that," she clung onto it desperately to fulfil the desperate need for approval from a strong male role model, "that I kept having to do it, right? And then Kanan tried some, and," again, with the approval, "and he would seriously eat practically anything, and so now I had a challenge to see if I could make a jello that Kanan wouldn't eat. And then Dr. Lecter," what was that about approval again, "my cooking teacher was really supportive and approving of my exploration of the art of aspic, too, and so now it's just become such a thing," or a desperate need to have something distinctive and memorable about herself in the eyes of others, "that I really can't just stop and disappoint all my fans. Plus, it was actually really popular in space; aliens loved that shit."

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“Really? In my dimension aliens are usually anthropologists or the alien equivalent of cow-tippers with humans. Both of which were way to into using anal probes for testing,” Barry said shifting his position slightly. “It wasn’t until I got here that I met aliens who were actually nice and for some reason looked human.”

An interesting moment to have to shift there, Barry. One of Summer's brows lifted slightly.

"This was definitely one of those dimensions where aliens were nice and looked mostly human," she said, "but I'm sure a lot of the reasons for that a bunch of deep systemic specisism by the total douchenozzles in charge.. Aliens in my dimension tend to be a pretty mixed bag, but, I mean, none of them really bothered much with Earth until the whole Galactic Federation thing, with a few exceptions. Like when Cromulons decided to pick it for their whole weird American Idol-but-with-blowing-up-planets rip-off."

Your eyebrow was right to shift slightly, Summer.

Barry however was lost in thought about the whole American idol concept. “Huh. If it wasn’t for the millions of lives and devastation caused by it, that might be the only way I might watch American idol. I mean at least there’s a to stakes in the process.”

And then he shook his head. “Nope. Huge loss of life. Not worth it. Not one bit.”

"Yeahhhhh," said Summer, a little awkwardly, but not exactly just for all the huge loss of life, though she wasn't about to get into that, "it was a whole mess, and if you heard the song that wound up saving Earth, the Cromulons had some seriously questionable taste, even if Ice-T did help write it."

A considering pause.

"Ice-T's totally an alien in my dimension, by the way," she added, "and American Idol's not that bad. I mean, The Voice is obviously better, and the genre as a whole has way overstayed its welcome, but still."

Barry pondered that. “Yeah. Ice-T being an alien totally tracks and explains (Meta) law and Order SVI as well. And I agree the Voice is better especially since it had they guy who wrote my theme song. I’d watch that over American Idol and the black t-shirts of Simon Cowell.”

Syndulla Scrap, then Parts Beyond; Tuesday Evening [08/18].

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