Summer followed Barry over to the workstation and, finding a spot where she could sort of lean in comfortably while hopefully being out of the way, watched him work curiously, with a faint snort at the paranoid comment.

"It's really hard to tell," she admitted. "Maybe an hour? But less would probably better, just in case. I wanted to get back way sooner than this, but my dad was home," cue the eyeroll and a displeased scrunch of her face, "and wanted to catch up."

Which was about a million times more awkward than it would have been before last week, too! Thanks, algorithm!

"And it's not like I could just be all, like, 'hey, Dad, that's super cool about your bees and all, and I'm really happy for you, but I'm kind of on a covert mission to steal Grampa's stuff right now, so if maybe we could...not?'"