A Coffee Shop in Seattle; Dimension FH-001; Saturday Afternoon [07/01].

After a late night of partying around Baltimore and a few close calls with some idiots already jumping on the fireworks train for the Fourth, Summer had decided to hop over to her home dimension and her old stomping grounds to put out some feelers for anything interesting that might be going on that night with all her terrestrial friends, and if there were no bites there, then she'd start expanding her scope out into the stars. And she'd barely just finished getting her overly sugary, whipped cream suffocated technically-still-a-coffee blended drink with the intention to start shooting off texts when her phone started buzzing from someone trying to actually call her.

And if actual phone calls weren't bad enough...

( Grampa Rick? )

"Yeah," Summer grunted, pulling her phone away from her ear to end the phone call, "whatever."

And she'd go, she would, and she kind of hated herself for it, but she was absolutely going to finish her drink first, goddamn it. Rick could fucking wait.

[[ look, sometimes, you're doing a rewatch of your canon because you fell out of it and have a whole new season to catch up on, and you start getting scenes stuck in your head, okay. NFB for distance, obvi, but can be open for any further calls and/or texts or if you've got a weird reason to be at a Seattle coffee shop in Summer's home dimension! ]]