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

[bigdamnprincipal]

If anyone in Fandom could control the weather, they weren't doing a particularly good job with it today. It was quite hot and sticky outside, so the lawn was filled with as many pop-up tents as could be acquired to provide some well-needed shade. There were plenty of cool drinks and moddable food that would hopefully survive the heat--it might not have felt like summer would be ending any time soon, but it was time to celebrate the coming fall nonetheless!

[Flying OCD-free! Have at it and stay cool!]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Tell him," said Summer, "that if he does show up to the bar on a Wednesday, I promise I will not give him crap for being such a fucking hermit. Maybe that'll add a little extra incentive."

And her smile was a bit apologetic. In part because she did tend to sort of harp on him about that whenever she ran into him, but mostly because she still felt kind of bad that she hadn't done more to rescue Stark from the house that wanted to torture him.

Though not for want of trying! She just got it wrong!

[stykera]

"I'll let him know," Stark promised. "And I'll...offer to buy him a drink." Or several.

"Maybe that will help. It shouldn't hurt. Unless you make him try all of the jello."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer made a little face at Stark, because, like, how even dare he.

"And what if," she said, lifting her eyebrows and her chin loftily, "I just so happen to make all good jello shots? Then he could only be so lucky to try all of them."

[stykera]

Stark just grinned at her.

"Then he'll be lucky," he said. "Just...not so lucky as I am."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Why's that?" asked Summer, with a faint tickle in her brain that the answer could wind up being awkwardly sincere, but she apparently decided she'd deal with that if it were to be the case. "Because then you won't be stuck having to try any gross ones that night?"

[stykera]

"You know why," Stark told her, smiling softly.

"Nothing to do with not having to try gross jello at all."

[somethingwithturquoise]

And that was a sincere answer without being directly so, which Summer actually really appreciated, and so there was a soft smile back and maybe, just maybe, even a little bit of pink rising up to the surface of her face, maybe.

"I think," she said, "I might have an idea. That has nothing to do with the fact that you actually fucking love all that gross jello."

[stykera]

"Is that what I love?" Stark asked. "All the gross jello?"

He did love seeing it even if he didn't always love tasting it. But he'd do it gladly for the reactions it got.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Mmhm," Summer hummed with a confident nod, because opacity and metaphor made a nice cushion against that awkward ache of sincerity. "Definitely all the gross jello. I mean, really, you can't get enough of all my gross jello..."

[stykera]

"You're right," Stark agreed, laughing softly. "I just keep coming back for more."

He reached for her hand impulsively. "More and more and more."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"You," Summer said, shaking her head but sounding absolutely delighted when Stark took her hand, and she squeezed his to use it to pull herself in closer. Very closer, "have got it really bad, huh? For...jello?"

[stykera]

"Very, very bad," Stark told her, voice low. "For jello."

Sure. Jello.

He was going to lean in for a kiss now. In public. Because he had it really bad for jello.

[somethingwithturquoise]

But Summer pulled back, not enough to pull them apart, just enough to be out of range for the kiss, unable to help smirking a little triumphantly because, god, she sure called that one.

"Later," she said. "And you can have as much gross, disgusting, horrible jello as you want, but just...later."

[stykera]

Hopefully Summer enjoyed the frustrated little whimper that move drew out of Stark.

"Promise?" he asked, squeezing her hand.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, she did. Probably far much more than she should have, but, oh, she definitely did.

"Promise," she assured him. "I should probably go find that student I'm supposed to advise..."

[stykera]

"You probably should," Stark agreed. "If you have to."

He wasn't letting go of her hand yet.

"You know where to find me later."