somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Wednesday Evening [02/14].

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MHA #4; Wednesday Evening [02/14].

Summer was, once again, shirking her duties at Caritas for something a little more private and exclusive, and Tino was going to have to get over it and it wasn't her fault that he didn't have anything better to do for Valetnine's Day that evening, unlike her, who definitely did, and if he wanted her there that evening, well, he should have enticed her there with a better off than getting high and making dinner and then probably having way too much of whatever dessert Stark was bringing, which would be worth it, because of course he was going to try and go all out with it to impress her.

So after warning Tino that she was blocking his number and if there was a bar emergency, he should maybe try calling, oh, she didn't know, their boss instead, she went back to getting everything set out and ready for what they would need to whip up the (literally) cheesy Valentine's day inspired recipe she found that Stark would appreciate because he was a nerd, some garlic knots to go with it, and, like, a salad, so it wasn't all just 'yes, we're literally just eating cheese and bread for dinner.'

But, look, that cheese and bread was going to be insane once those gummies kicked in.

[[ for the guy bringing the dessert! ]]

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Stark was a nerd, yes.

A nerd who was knocking on the door while holding a covered cake holder in one hand with a smallish gift bag in the other.

And Summer had just finished cookie-cuttering some of the pepperoni into heart shapes and popped some of the excess into her mouth before heading on over to the door to answer it, immediately taking a moment to clock the covered cake holder and the gift bag with intrigue before her attention shifted to Stark more directly.

"Hello, Stark," she greeted, before stepping back. "Come on in."

"I brought dessert," Stark told her, nodding at the cake holder. "And presents."

Just in case Summer had somehow not noticed the bright pink and sparkly gift bag when looking right at it.

"Happy Valentine's Day?"

"I didn't get you any presents," said Summer, with a pleased grin over that sparkly pink bag and the sort of apologetic tone that wasn't in the least bit apologetic because, really, let's face it, her presence tonight was the present. "But I do have ingredients for dinner and drugs so that totally counts.

"What'd you bring for dessert?" she asked, nodding at the cake holder now, too, as she lead Stark toward the kitchen where the aforementioned items awaited. "Or do I have to wait to find out? Also, do I have to wait for the present, too?"

"I don't need presents," Stark said. "I got the flowers. Thank you."

There was that soft smile.

"And you don't have to wait unless you want to. Presents or cake first?"

He set both on the counter and looked at her expectantly.

"Neither," said Summer, who was reaching for a little baggie amongst the assorted mealtime prep she'd set up and held it up with a little enticing shake not too dissimilar to what she might have done to Pancakes with a baggie of catnip treats. Although, really, that practically was what it was, but for people. "These first," she said, as she started to work on opening the package up, "then presents," still working on opening up that package, "then maybe a hint of what the cake is and then we'll make dinner."

Feeling a little frustrated with the sealing on the package, she brought it to her mouth to see if her teeth could have better luck than her fingers, then realized that was probably a good way to hurt her teeth and tried again.

"We're having--goddammit, why do they make these things so hard to open? I swear to god, that YouTube ad, where the mom freaks out because her kid sees her weed gummies and is all 'oooh candy!' is bullshit, because there is no way a kid is getting these--"

Then she managed to get it. "Finally. Anyway, we're making, like, pizza fondue."

And she tipped a couple of the gummies into her palm and held it out for Stark to take one.

"Pizza fondue?" Stark asked, intrigued. "I like the sound of that."

He would have been happy with anything she came up with, of course, but this did sound great.

"And the sound of these," he added, grinning as he picked one up and popped it into his mouth before picking the body bag containing a bottle and the rose he'd made yesterday.

Just wait about half an hour for the gummies to kick in, and then the real genius of the pizza fondue would make itself truly known.

Summer grinned a little as she took the bag and rifled through it. The rose got a little bit of an awww as she looked it over, and she was about to ask whether or not Stark got it from Amaya or made it himself in shop class when the shape of the rest of the present caught her attention and she pulled out the bottle for a closer look.

"Oh. My. God. Doritos booze? I bet this is absolutely disgusting."

A beat.

"I cannot wait to try it."

She would, of course, because she didn't want to ruin their dinner, but she was going to give Stark a fond smile as she held the bottled to her chest for a moment before leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Stark. Now I really do feel bad for not getting you something in return."

"You sent flowers," Stark reminded her, reaching up to touch his cheek. "I don't need presents."

He could say something about how she was the only present he needed but that would be a bit much and he knew it. Besides he was fairly certain Summer knew exactly how he felt.

"I'm glad you like it. I thought you needed to try it and maybe put it in jello next week? And I made the flower. In class. Would you like to see the cake?"

"No," said Summer, shaking her head a little, and then turning to set down the present and reach into her cabinet for some small glasses, because, yes, she was absolutely going to use this in some jello for next week, but she also decided that, yes, she was going to try a little bit now before they got into cooking. "I want to hold off until later and, like, have it be this big dramatic reveal right before we dig into it. Something else to look forward to, you know?"

"What if it isn't a dramatic cake? What if it's terrible?" Stark asked with a grin that clearly indicated it was no such thing.

"We can wait then, until after dinner. And have some nacho chip flavored alcohol now."

Of course he also wanted to try it. It was just so bizarre sounding he had to.

"And then cook?"

"You wouldn't have gotten me a terrible cake," said Summer, with the utmost confidence on that fact aa she cracked open the bottle. "And yes," she began to pour a little into each glass, "a little nacho chip booze, then we cook."

She picked up one glass and handed the other to Stark and went to clink them together.

"Cheers."

"I would never," Stark confirmed. "Not for something so serious as cake."

Unless it would be very, very funny and even then he would have a backup dessert.

He hesitated for a very brief moment, wondering if he ought to make a different toast, then just smiled and echoed "cheers" before taking a sip.

"It's...odd."

Summer's own sip was very light, very tentative, and then she sipped a little more, her head tilting in thought.

"Is it really not that bad," she wondered, "or are my tastebuds just broken at this point?"

"I think it's all right," Stark said. "Unless you've broken me too. I don't know that I'd drink a lot of it but it's not terrible. And...you should definitely give it to other people next week in jello."

He grinned again and set his glass down. "But this week, tonight, I get you all to myself. Should we cook? Are those pepperoni shaped like hearts?"

"Oh, it's definitely going into some jello," Summer vowed (threatened?), giving it one more sip herself for posterity's sake before setting down the glass and turning her attention toward the food as well.

"And they are! That's hoe they had it on the picture, so of course I had to do it, too."

She loved a theme, goddammit, and how cute was it doing to look on her Insta?

"And we've also got stuff for garlic knots to dip into the pizza and a salad, too."

Hopefully the very pretty cake would make it on to her socials too!

"It sounds perfect," Stark said. "Thank you. I've never made a garlic knot. I've eaten them from Raiden. What's first?"

He paused, then stepped in. "This?" Look, it was time for a kiss. One that tasted of Dorito booze.

So it was. Summer had been trying to think of a good way to slip a kiss on there while the flavor of the drink was still there on her lips, so it was a pleasant surprise when Stark actually beat her to the punch.

And maybe that's what made her linger on returning it that went well past it having anything to do with Doritos-flavored alcohol.

"Well, I was going to say preheating the oven and getting the dough or cheese mix going, but this works, too."

Stark was getting better about taking initiative. Summer was a very good influence in that regard.

"The oven can preheat while we do this," he pointed out, not pulling away at all but rather settling a hand on her waist to keep her close.

"Or we could start the dough."

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