I'm gonna move to the southwest, and, I don't know...

Rest and relaxation, pampering and a potential new hair cut had all been on the agenda for the day, and all of that (and more!) was right at Summer's finger tips at one of her favorite places in the entire multiverse: that goddamn space spa she never shut up about. And she was welcoming a new person into that elaborate space spa experience by dragging Liz along with her to hopefully start nudging her out of the particularly bad funk the current chocobro circumstances had put her into.

Like, seriously, with all the things this place had to offer? If that didn't start making Liz feel better, then Summer might be convinced that nothing would.

Well, you know, save for getting Prompto back, obviously. They were working on it! And she did have news.

She was just saving it for the right time, and the right time was definitely feeling like it could be just soaking in that strawberry-scented mineral bath with a space drink in hand, because it was definitely her favorite part of her favorite place.

"Ohmygoooooooooooood," she groaned happily into a sigh as she closed her eyes and breathed in the relaxing vapors and let the warm water surround her well-massaged muscles, "I seriously want this stuff just pumped into my own bathtub some day, I swear."


[[ for liz! Or, honestly, anyone else who wants in on a sudden spa date, you know Summer would not say no, and NFB for distance, natch ]]

"Remind me again," said Beth, frowning for a moment at the screen in front of her before her fingers clacked over the keyboard, "why we're hacking into the scheduling database for a Luxureon space spa?"

Summer, watching carefully over her mother's shoulder, sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well, I thought you were doing it no-questions-asked because I'm your daughter and you love me and you have twenty-one years of misplaced resentment to make up for, but if you really have to know, two of my best friends just got dumped in, like, the harshest ways possible within an honestly worryingly close time frame, right on the cusp of February, so I really wanted to do something nice to help get their minds off of it for a while and treat themselves, but the whole fucking place is pretty much booked solid for months."

Beth arched a cool, scarred brow at Summer, and Summer continued.

"So I figured...we hack into their database, cross-reference it with the list of Federation sympathizers we collected both before and after the fall of the NaIGF, see if there's any matches, and if there is, bam, crotch-punt those Federation bootlickers off the list, put me and my crew in there instead, not only depriving them of a sweet ass spa day, but also making them super embarrassed when they show up expecting to get one and are rejected and shamed, and will probably make a whole scene that'll totally go viral on Space TikTok or whatever."

"I don't know whether to be proud of you," Beth admitted, shaking her head as she went back to the computer, "or worried about you."

"It's the first one," Summer assured her. "Or it should be. Anything else only reflects negatively on your as a mother and highlights your failings as a strong parental influence in raising me."

"In my defense," Beth countered, "we don't actually know for sure if I raised you..." But, thankfully, before she needed to go into that, there was a little blip from the screen. "We're in. Okay, now to upload and crossreference to our own database for a match..."

They both leaned in with eager anticipation at the little wheel circling around in the middle of the screen, and then there was another ding.

"Got one," Beth announced. "Krombopulos Amy. Reservation for four. February 10th."

"Perfect!" said Summer, who was not at all going to question why a different planet in a different galaxy somehow still managed to use the same calander as this one; it was apparently a thing even in different dimensions, don't @ her! "Scratch it, put my name in there instead. Wait! No! Not my name, then if it comes out who got their reservation, I don't want some stupid assassins coming after me. I'll make up an alias. Mmm, let's see. Put down....Autumn Jones.

"Wait, no!" Summer seemed to realize that was dumb just as Beth was about to point it out. "Make it...~WinterBlade~."

Her voice dropped into a mysterious hush as she said it, and it was clearly that this was clearly what she was going for and no argument on her mother's part was going to change her mind, so she just shook her head and made the adjustment. "Alright," she said, "reservation now for..." She might not argue, but she was going to sigh and shake her head. " ~WinterBlade~, party of four, for the tenth. Anything else?"

"Nope!" said Summer, beaming, and already on her phone to send out texts to the rest of this party of four. "Thanks, Mom! You're the beeeeeesssst!" And absently gave her a quick hug with one arm before going back to her texts.

"I still don't see why you couldn't have just gotten your boyfr--"

"Shhhh," Summer cut her off. "Mother-daughter bonding moment. Just soak it in."

[[ mostly establishly, NFB for distance, but totes open for calls and texts! ]]