Sangria night sangria was classically red, so Summer definitely picked space fruits to match. And, even if not, hey, you know what? Variety was, like, the spice of life, or whatever, and by the time they dug into the reinforcements, it was hardly going to matter, anyway.

But for now? Hugs. So much hugs, especially once the hug got going and really reminded Summer of the insanity Annie had been going through these past few weeks, and the squeeze of her hug was definitely going to match that accordingly.

"It is so good to see you again," she said, into Annie's shoulder. "I'm so glad you're back."

A statement that didn't have so much to do with the fact that being back meant that Annie was here, so much as it did with the fact that being back meant that Annie wasn't there anymore.