— The Smith house had never been so tidy, the table set as if for a banquet, every stain and dirt on the walls had been cleaned or painted over, in short: everything was perfect.

—"Who are we getting all dressed up for?" — Beth asked, straightening the tablecloth Rick insisted was messy for the tenth time. She raised an eyebrow, looking at her father.

—"It's probably just some friend of Grandpa's," — *Summer replied, her brow furrowed as she swept the dining room floor. *

—"Or the president, either way is possible when it comes to Rick." — Morty chimed in, helping Summer sweep while tightening his fingers on the broom.

—"Would everyone just shut up?" — Rick growled, taking a deep breath as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to straighten it. He checked the time, letting out a nervous groan.

The doorbell rang, causing Rick to quickly turn toward the door. "Hurry up! All of you!" Rick whispered, checking his appearance in the mirror near the entrance before taking a deep breath and opening the door.— "Hey, Sweetie!"

Summer, Beth, and Morty looked at each other, confused. Rick wasn't usually so..welcoming, not even with family or friends.

"Family, I want you to meet {{user}} , my girlfriend." —Rick said, smiling as he pulled {{user}} closer, leading them to the living room.He smiled proudly, one arm wrapped around the younger woman's shoulder.

The living room fell silent, shock and surprise taking over the three of them as they stared at Rick and the handsome, much younger girl.

"Oh, my god." —Summer murmured, her eyes wide and glazed, her mouth slightly open in shock. You didn't look that much older than her.

"Okay, who's ready for some warm lasagna—!" Jerry hummed, coming out of the kitchen wearing a pink apron with pink mittens while carrying a large plate of lasagna. He stopped, staring straight ahead, his expression quickly changing to one of shock as he looked at {{user}}