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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day

Despite the fact that this picnic was celebrating the new fall semester, it was still technically summer, and the weather was making that clear. It was sunny, with not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was seasonably toasty.

With not a minute to spare, the food was ready, the tables and chairs had been spread across the lawn with just the right amount of glitter on them, and everything was ready to welcome a new batch of folks to the island!

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Nobody had taken Stark shopping in a long time and Summer was somehow very familiar with his available wardrobe. It would be great! And not at all awkward.

"I've seen the outside of it," he offered. "It could have been bigger on the inside." It was Fandom. These things happened.

Of course it wouldn't be awkward! What could possibly be awkward about it?

"That's fair," said Summer, because she did run Turtle & Canary, which was, you know, a classic example. "And it is bigger than you'd think because of all the secret compartments, but, yeah, no, not dance floor big, although now I kind of wish it was..."

No possible awkwardness involved in trying on clothes. Not even a little bit!

"Moya would have room, for dancing. We didn't do any dancing. But there would be room." Moya was huge. "I don't really dance, anyway."

He had, a few times. Not any time recently.

"I think more people in general," Summer stated, "should dance."

Not her anytime soon, obviously, because even just moving her head enough to sip from her coffee made the whole world spin in ways it definitely should, but, you know, she did typically enjoy doing it.

"Does Travis dance?" she asked, in what was clearly a brilliant moment of inspirationnot at all clouded by a hangover brain. "Maye you two should go do that some time."

"I've never asked him," Stark said with a small shrug. "He might. I don't know. I...don't know where we would. I don't leave here often."

It was one thing, he was sure, to be involved with an alien missing half his face on this island and another thing entirely to be doing so on the mainland.

"Well," said Summer, "there's nightclubs and things like that, for that sort of thing. Could be fun."

Summer would maintain that there were plenty, even without having to leave this planet, where something like Stark's mask would not even cause most people to bat an eye, or, if it did, it would be in intrigue and appreciation more than anything else.

And, obviously, it definitely wasn't an issue if they were talking about space nightclubs. Which, obviously, she also knew more than a few of.

Space nightclubs might be a bit much for Travis. And local ones might be a bit much for Stark who got self-conscious about standing out, sometimes.

"I could ask him if it's something he might like to do. Then go from there."

And possibly ask Summer where to go since he had no idea who else he might talk to about that sort of thing.

"Maybe he knows somewhere?"

"You never know," Summer would have chirped it out, but, yeah, no, absolute no chirping today, her voice was kept at a nice, mostly even, mostly quiet keel today, "until you ask, right? And it seems like asking has been working out pretty well for you so far...right?"

Having been in space for a week, she realized there could be updates that she'd missed, and, obviously, it was very important for her to be invested in literally all the relationships, but especially ones that she could convincing claim to have had at least some part in helping along.

SOME.

And that was the only reason Summer was invested in this. Of course.

"Things are going well. I think." They were. "Monday morning was a little...awkward." That was thrown in there as a little treat. "But things are fine."

She just liked playing matchmaker, okay? And since half of Goosnis was probably dead in some other dimension by now, she had to channel that shopping energy somewhere.

"Well, you know you can't tell me things were awkward without elaborating, Stark," said Summer with a pointed (and necessary) chug of her coffee.

Stark could be a target of shopping energy, if Summer needed. Even if that meant being dressed up like a doll. How much leather was going to be involved though?

"Maybe I'm always awkward?" That was true. "I was leaving, to go to the clinic, only Eddie was already at work, at the fire station."

Shipping. That was supposed to have been shipping energy, but, really, it was Summer, so shopping energy was also one hundred percent totally legit.

Especially if leather was going to be involved.

"You are always awkward," Summer allowed, because, hey, don't drop it if you didn't want someone picking it up, okay? But then she squinted a little behind her sunglasses because she wasn't sure if she was following, or if she just wasn't following because she was hungover and didn't really follow a lot right now.

She took a sip of coffee, to see if that helped.

"Leaving....the fire? ....Ohhhh." Nope. Yup. There it was. She got it now, and she nodded.

"Nice."

Shopping energy could lead to shipping energy. Somehow. Especially with leather involved.

And Stark could own his awkwardness.

"Travis was going to buy him donuts. I don't...I don't think he minded that he knew but it was...awkward." They hadn't been expecting to see anyone!

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