MHA #4; Friday Evening [03/11].

There had been talk, earlier that week, of space booze that Summer had not tried yet, and that was always something to be excited about. Plus, this particular space booze also came with a recently returned friend from which to potentially pry all sorts of hot gos and space deets from in the meantime. If she was entirely honest, she had kind of hoped that maybe Stark would seem better when he got back...and he did, for sure, but she was hoping for something...more better? She didn't know, she just knew that it was good he was back, and that it seemed he was taking the steps toward recovery or whatever and blah blah blah, he was just kind of doing it at a snail's pace, but she also had to remind herself that her pace was basically breakneck and faster than the speed of light with these things, so...you know...

To each their own.

But she was getting space booze out of it, and to make up for that, Stark would also get snacks, both sweet, savory, and gelatin (adjacent). And if he didn't show up? Well. She'd make leftover rounds tomorrow, or something. She did not think it would be hard to find people to shove extra food at.

[[ expecting a sad alien at some point, but also definitely open if anyone else wants to swing by or get in touch! ]]