Summer expertly scurried up onto the counter with the practical use of drawer handles and squirrel parkour, shrugging her shoulders a little once she landed, because, really, it couldn't be helped. She was definitely entering that window where it was likely to finish up, anyway, and only if she was still like this next week was she going to have to start worrying about it and figuring out how to get the cops (or Asses!) to investigate and figure out if a certain normally-a-squirrel was guilty of some kind of curse or deal with (a different) the Devil.

(She liked to think that Lucifer wouldn't agree to something like that, but Lucius sure as fuck would have).

But, of course, she wouldn't need to worry about any of that, because as soon as she had her paws around one of the nut bites, she did change back.

While on the counter.

Knocking over all the food Stark had just put there with her expanding human legs.

Slamming her head right into the cupboards overhead.

"Ow! Goddammit!"

At least she hadn't broken through it like she had the garage roof that one time she'd accidentally blown herself up, but wincing and rubbing at the goose egg definitely forming already under her hair, she was convinced it hurt so much more.

"Son of a bit--" Mid-sentence, her tone turned from injured and annoyed to triumphant and victorious. "Ha! I knew it was going to be too risky to go to class today! Fucking called it!"