Summer's Voicemail.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Uh, yeah, this is Summer's voicemail. Who the hell calls people anymore? Just text me. But I guess if you insist on being weird and living in the dark ages, go ahead and leave me a message. And I'll text you back, like normal people do. Okay? Cool. I mean, the government is probably tapping all of our conversations anyway, but whatever."

*BEEEEEEEP*

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[futurespacemom]

Hera had fretted over her gift for Summer, but she wanted it to be useful and appreciated, and even though it'd be obvious what galaxy it was from, hopefully there were enough of them here that it wouldn't be obvious it was her?

It was also probably worth a lot more than twenty local dollars, but Hera had gotten it in exchange for helping someone out, so it hadn't actually cost anything.

Being delivered to Summer's apartment while she was out (with very careful picking of the lock) was a holobook of a galactic encyclopedia, with all the information Summer might need to get started.