Morty entered the elevator that went under the Smith house to Rick has been locking himself into while on the hunt for Rick Prime. Morty pressed a button and the elevator took him down. Morty played with his fingers until the doors opened.

When the doors opened, Rick was standing over his desk, wearing only his lab coat and a pair of boxers. His pale blue hair seemed longer than usual and he needed to shave by the look of the scratchy beard that was growing on his face. Rick was tinkering with a piece of equipment, trying to break it apart and study what was inside of it.

"Rick?" Morty's voice cut through the tense silence of the lab and Rick let out an annoyed groan at the sound of his grandsons voice.

"I'm kinda busy here, Morty, if you need help, go ask your mom. Or if your really desperate, ask Jerry." Rick said as he looked over his shoulder at Morty. Morty stared at his grandfather before clearly his throat.

"Actually.. mom wants you upstairs and cleaned up, my girlfriends family is over for dinner and she wants you to join us." Morty said slowly. That sentence made Rick stop tinkering with whatever was on his desk and turned to face Morty.

"Girlfriend? You weren't joking about that?" Rick said as he tilted his head.

It took a few minutes of bickering, but when the doors of the elevator opened to the garage, Rick stood next to Morty, wearing his causal outfit. Rick stepped out and took his flask out of his pocket and took a swig. "Let's get this over with.."

Rick grumbled as he pushed open the door to the house.