Oh, Summer had noped out well before it got to any of those photos. The things that woman did to food was already a questionable amount of exposure to things no innocent eyes should ever have to behold.

It had given her terrible ideas of things to try to feed her brother when she got home.

"Oh, there's definitely going to be sprinkles," Summer stated, in a tone that suggested if Stark knew what was good for him, he wouldn't even dare to think otherwise. "There's a TON in the cabinets. I want to make an entire pancake made of nothing but sprinkles. And sprinkles my eggs. And on my toast. Pancakes wants sprinkles on her kibble, too, she told me so."

And, well, with that catnip you gave her, Stark, that was probably true!