A warehouse called George - Friday

[badassprodigy]

The one constant thing in Barry’s life is ideas. They are always there and always poking at him to move forward and advance.

Today that means there’s a twelve foot long carrot sitting in the middle of the warehouse.

It’s best not to ask about the thought process that got him there.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," Summer grinned, "probably."

Also not in any apparent rush to get moving.

"But before I do," she said, fingers brushing coyly at his chest, eyes bright and steady with intent...

"...I've got to ask about that carrot."

[badassprodigy]

“Trying to solve world hunger,” he said looking very amused.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Of course you are," Summer said admiringly, grinning before leaning in for another quick kiss.

"Okay. I should go." She pulled away enough to change the coordinates on the gun for the house. "Good luck with that. And thanks, again, Barry. You're amazing."

Ah, crap. And she was right back to that stupid, adoring grin.

[badassprodigy]

“Have fun pissing off a galactic empire!”

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Always do!" Summer sang brightly, looking around for a good spot to shoot the portal, then pulled the trigger. One more super quick kiss, another "Thanks again!" And then she hopped right through.

And hopefully not straight into the goddamn living room.

[badassprodigy]

Barry smiled as Summer hopped through the portal. In another time or another place it would have been him going off on wild adventures. But now he was content to be where he was doing what he did best. He stood there for a moment or two basking in the moment before turning back to the project at hand.

And while the never ending streams of thought started up again the smile on his face stuck around for a long time.