While they had already had breakfast, Summer really couldn't turn down the opportunity to visit Hannibal under the current circumstances, piquing Holly's interest with the fact that this was one of her jello mentors. So while Barry conveniently used this as an opportunity to go back to the warehouse to clean up Holly's little magical fucking sparkle unicorn project mess (she knew what he was doing, it was so obvious, but she'd already come to terms with the fact that this still wasn't the right dimensional thread to really activate the sequence, she's just have to try again in another universe), the girls headed over to say hello.

But Summer stopped her before they knocked.

"One more thing," she said. "Try to watch your language, Dr. Lecter's a little sensitive about that."

Holly rolled her eyes. "I'll be a perfect fucking angel, okay?"

Summer gave her a look, and then made an encouraging gesture with her hand. "Come on," she said. "Let's just get it all out of your system."

Holly sighed, but she begrudgingly obliged, letting out a string of conversational fucks in different tones and pitches and conjugation that went on for a straight three minutes uninterrupted.

"Good?" Summer asked, once the stream had dried up.

"Fan-frakking-tastic," said Holly, with the sweetest of smiles.

"Good," said Summer, nodding in satisfaction before knocking on the door.