Summer did not know who that was, and was now determined not to ever look it up out of contrarianism.

"Yeah, well," she sighed again, for good measure and for emphasis, "if you're not going to take care of you, then that leaves just Dane, and it's clearly a multi-person kind of job."

Her eyes looked with a sort of forlorn longing toward the stage area.

"This is going to be a pretty one-sided karaoke night. You know that means I'm almost tempted to pull out the most obnoxious pop songs I can find," she turned to lift her eyebrows at him speculative, "right?"