Summer snorted faintly. "Not without feeling like I'd just kicked a puppy in the face with nuclear bomb combat boots, probably," she said dryly. "When I suggested that maybe we didn't do anything really special together for my birthday, it was like telling him that all the jello shots had tuna in them."

Actually, maybe an all tuna jello night might be the way to--

--no, no. That was the chugged half glass of sangria talking, clearly.