Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Summer whipped around, blinking at Derek, then glanced back down to the plate. Sauce still clung to it. Dishwasher. That was the word for what she’d been looking for. But if he lived here alone, maybe he didn’t have one. She took the plate back to the sink and washed it more thoroughly, then set it to dry on the rack.
She came back to the table, slumping in her chair, and poked at the pad again, riffling the sheets. With a faintly irritated air, Isaac finally took the pad away from her, lifting an eyebrow as he looked it over.
“I think she wants to go shopping, Derek.”
Derek just shrugged as Summer turned back to the sink.
When she came back to the table and poked at the pad some more, Isaac and Derek looked at each other, Derek’s brows raising.
Isaac finally took the pad and Derek let a small grin pull at his lips at his comment. “Well then, we can do that tomorrow. What all does she need?”
Isaac slid the pad across the table to him, just out of Summer’s reach. She flailed at him, then huffed and folded her arms at them, radiating not-entirely-sincere displeasure. Then, since it was clear she wasn’t going to get to ‘say’ anything, she picked up their plates and marched off to wash them too.
When she turned back, Isaac was leaning over Derek’s shoulder, both of them peering at the list. “We’re going to need Lydia for this. Maybe Kira too.”