The leather pants were there as a treat, it was true. They were festive! Even if it was a bit warm for them.

"I made dinner," Stark said, nodding. "It's almost done. And dessert. Dessert is done and dinner is nearly and dinner is..."

He grinned again, stepping back to wave her inside. "Dinner is just a little bit gross. I think. I hope you like it."

Please like it, Summer. He might cry otherwise.