fandomhigh | Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday mid-morning

It was going to be impossible to compete with the ocean yeeting from last week, so Anakin went in a completely different direction today, with twelve individual tables set up around the park. On the tables were an electric hot plate (plugged in via extension cords that were definitely tripping hazards), a small bowl, a pot that didn't sit level, a coffee mug, a dull chef's knife, a metal soup spoon, a spatula, a chopping board, and a plate.

In the center of the clearing was one rice cooker, one microwave, one ice cream maker, and a variety of fruits and vegetables. There were protein choices inside the fridge under the table holding the small appliances.

Anakin, wearing an Kiss the Cook (but tacky) apron, waved at the ~~incoming victims~~ inhabitants as they arrived. "Today we're mastering the art of cooking in a dormitory. Well, a dormitory not as good as the ones here. Cooking in a bad bachelor apartment! Using only the equipment I have provided, make a savory dish that would impress a first date. You'll have an hour. Halfway through I will pair you up and you will work together to make a dessert. Listen for your name and come grab your apron!"

Rey
Luma
Steve M.
Gray
Raiden
Jaina
Don
Eleanor
Summer
Belle
Flint
Stark

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"No," Summer responded with a cheerful, pleased sort of loftiness, because, really? One of the best things about going away for a bit is how people responded when you unexpectedly showed up again, "not yet. How's it going, Stark?"

"Maybe later," Stark suggested, grinning a little.

"It's going well," he said. "But then I haven't been subjected to Anakin's nonsense yet. Last week's was... interesting."

"Probably not," Summer offered, with an apologetic wrinkle of her nose, but she figured it was probably best to nip that expectation in the bud as quickly as possible. "I'm really only here because I have a few hours to kill while they put in some new equipment and fixtures at the new shop, and the timing worked out nicely to catch..." She gestured toward the set-up, "...whatever this is going to be. What was it last week?"

Oh sure, just crush his glowy little hopes right away.

"It was in the water," Stark said, trying not to look too disappointed. "With a very large inflatable raft and we bounced each other into the water off of it?"

There was a hand gesture meant to convey jumping followed by another attempting to show what it was like to be yeeted into the air and then the water.

"With very ugly shirts for swimming in."

"Only here for the morning then?"

Like ripping off a band-aid! It was just better that he knew now going into the conversation when the dall was not quite so far.

"Of course with ugly shirts," Summer noted with an approving nod. "But, yeah, just sort of for this, and then I was going to check in on the ship and the store and head back and hope nothing exploded in the meantime. Maybe pick up a few Earthside supplies."

Hmmmmm. Seems sus.

"Nothing has exploded here that I know about," Stark said. Well. Some people but not literally. "I'm glad you're here. Even if it's just for the morning."

"Thanks," Summer smiled at that, even if, well, she'd have expected Stark to say as much, really. Didn't mean it wasn't nice to hear it. "Me, too. Especially if whatever Anakin has planned isn't too bad. I've been pretty busy, so it's good to take a little breather, you know?"

The odds of Stark ever not being pleased to see Summer were slim to none.

"Good busy, I hope," he said. "Are things going well?"

He was curious but he didn't want to pry and that was an awkward balance to maintain.

Stark? Awkward? Nooooo....

"Good busy," Summer assured him with a nod. "And things are going really great! Well. I mean, I don't want to say that and then return to pure disaster, but as far as I know, things are going pretty smoothly. Pancakes loves the new place, and I should be ready to soft open next week."

Hey, his awkwardness levels had improved since late April at least?

"I'm glad it's all going well. You deserve good things."

Uh oh. Too sincere? Maybe. Oh well, too late.

"I'm glad Pancakes is settling in. But tell her I miss her. Soft open is...opening but not really opening all the way?"

"Opening, but not making a big deal out of it yet," Summer explained. "Kind of a good way to sort of see how everything gels....ha," she snorted, "gels...without it turning into a disaster, and see just what kind of casual traffic comes in. Work out the kinks before an actual grand opening, you know?"

Gels got a smile out of Stark, both times.

"Good luck," he said softly. "Next week is break, here. Let me know how it goes? Maybe with pictures?"

Who knew he'd miss regular exposure to weird jello so much? Besides anyone paying even the slightest bit of attention.

"And when you've got everything worked out, I'd like to see your shop. At some point. And look around the city more, I think."

"It is a great city, isn't it?" Summer said with a wistful sigh. "And we only got to see, like, a tiny percentage of it, too! But, yeah, no, duh, obviously once everyone's running, you'll have to come check it out."

"I liked visiting. And what I saw."

Look, if a lot of what he saw was the townhouse that was fine because it was a very nice townhouse, okay?

"I look forward to going back for a visit. I'll have to find something to bring Pancakes so she'll forgive me for neglecting her for so long."

Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday mid-morning

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