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Sure, Summer would be tending to the all-important task of getting Seivarden back to her home universe later that evening, but there was at least one thing she needed to get done before then. Luckily, it wouldn't take very long at all.
And that would be taking a moment to crash Sunday morning breakfast at the Smith household to maybe rub a certain shiny new portal gun right in someone's face.
(What? You didn't expect her to just leave well enough alone, did you?)
( Cut for length and me just being a self-serving neeeerd )
"I...I *braap* told you you should've never sent her to that school..." he murmured, before stalking out of the room, toward the garage, where he needed to make sure that his portal gun was, in fact, still in tact and not turned into that horrible monstrosity in Summer's hands and to reconsider more than a few of his safety precautions...and maybe update some of them to ignore the whole 'Do Not Kill' protocol on certain redheaded granddaughters...
[[ Establishly and NFB, obvs ]]
And that would be taking a moment to crash Sunday morning breakfast at the Smith household to maybe rub a certain shiny new portal gun right in someone's face.
(What? You didn't expect her to just leave well enough alone, did you?)
( Cut for length and me just being a self-serving neeeerd )
"I...I *braap* told you you should've never sent her to that school..." he murmured, before stalking out of the room, toward the garage, where he needed to make sure that his portal gun was, in fact, still in tact and not turned into that horrible monstrosity in Summer's hands and to reconsider more than a few of his safety precautions...and maybe update some of them to ignore the whole 'Do Not Kill' protocol on certain redheaded granddaughters...
[[ Establishly and NFB, obvs ]]
