fandomhigh | 20th Century Food Crimes, Cont. - Friday 8/4

"You know," said Summer, with a little bit of a musing tone and a slight sigh, "this week, I really wanted to go in for a theme, but as I was researching what to bring to the courtroom of culinary crimes this week, I had three that really stuck out hat didn't really follow much of a theme, but were too good to just let go to waste. So today's a bit of a miscellany, featuring two sandwiches and doing something terrible to lemons."

“You say ‘too good to waste’,” Stark said with a sigh, “and I feel like we all ought to run from the room. What did lemons ever do to you, Summer? What did sandwiches ever do?” What had the students ever done, for that matter?

To be fair, they did sign up for this class, sooooo….

"First off," Summer continued, unfazed as ever by these half-hearted protests, "if you're in need for a great sandwich idea to pack into a lunch, might I suggest taking your bologna above and beyond with a lovely bologna and prune sandwich, made with bread literally from a can, too!"

“Bread comes in cans? I didn’t know bread came in cans. How does that work? Wouldn’t it be all squished?” Stark might be getting stuck on that detail instead of the mildly horrifying flavor combination. Possibly on purpose.

Knowing that how bread existed in a can would be revealed in due time, Summer kept going. "And if bologna's not your luncheon meat of choice, perhaps you might liked corned beef….but as the bread! And the filling is baked beans, because you know what? Why the fuck not?"

“That just sounds messy,” Stark sighed. “How are you meant to eat that without beans dripping everywhere?”

"And, finally, as promised, sardine-stuffed lemons. The less said about that one, the better. I'll just let those do the talking for themselves."

“I do not want to hear what those lemons have to say,” Stark said firmly. “Or the sardines.”

"We do, however," Summer said brightly, "want to hear what you all have to say about these lemons, and sardines, and everything else. Dig in, guys, and let's discuss!"

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Summer looked at Stark for a good, long moment as if deciding something before she asked, "What, like, as your date?"

"... if you wanted?" Stark said, looking uncertain now. "Or just as my friend if you'd rather that. You are the best one I have. But.... I'd like that. If you would."

Honestly, Summer had mostly just asked because she was curious about what Stark would say if she did. And she regarded him very thoughtfully for another moment, the faint smile on her face growing a little with the end there, and she shrugged.

"Yeah, okay," she said. "Why not? Just...you know....don't be weird about it."

"I'll do my best not to be weird," Stark promised.

That was the best he could do!

"But good! I'm glad." Just in case the big grin on his face hadn't given that away.

Yeah, Summer had maybe gotten a hunch that that was the case. And it was hard to keep her own grin tempered in response.

"Okay, then," she said, figuring he'd get a kick out of this, so, you know, you're welcome, Stark, "it's a date."

And he had been doing very well in not making it weird thus far. Especially by Stark standards!

Sometimes Stark literally beamed. Sometimes, like now, it was figurative.

"A date," he repeated, grinning even wider. "Should I consult with my stylist?"

Summer just shook her head a little. Fish in a barrel, she swore...

"Honestly," she said, "I should be insulted that you would even ask that question."

"It wasn't meant as an insult! I know how busy she can be!"

Stark's grin dimmed only slightly.

"I should ask, I forgot before, did your party go well last week? For Annie?"

"I was kidding, Stark," said Summer, with just the barest of sighs. He was doing so well, too. "And it went....really well, actually. I think it was a pretty big hit. Thanks for all your help with the set-up, by the way."

Him and all the shirtless cat cafe dudes.

"Good. I thought it would. Your parties always do. But I wanted to ask. Just to be sure."

The grin had turned into something softer.

"And you're welcome, for the help. Any time you need it. Or want it."

"I know," Summer assured him, with a soft nod to meet that softening smile. "You're always good for helping, and I appreciate that."

"I like to be useful. When I can. But you know that."

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