(You’ve got the entirety of one ask to try and get my character to hit yours) Percival burst into Summer’s room with an operatic shout. “SUUUUUUMMMMUUUURRRRR IS A LOVVERLY PERRRRSON!” He jumped onto her table, sweeping everything off and sliding into his best model pose. He poked her nose. “Hello, shnookums.”

Summer narrowed her eyes at him, a fingertip tapping on the table. “Percival.” Then she smacked him on the head. “Get off my table.”