"....I'm taking that as a compliment," Summer decided, after a moment, with a firm nod that would brook no arguments. "It was a thrift store, called Needful Things, only all the things in it were, obviously, cursed. You didn't pay...with money," she dropped her voice dramatically on that part, "that sort of thing. So when I came to Fandom and saw there was a Needful Things store there, too, I was very confused, and honestly relieved that it wasn't Lucius's store because things did not end up well between us. He ended up Zuckerberging me when we tried to take the business online, so me and Grampa Rick beefed the fuck up so we could beat the living shit out of the guy."

She sighed happily, sinking down into the water with the fond memories. Having beaten up the devil would always be a highlight.