That was a good sign, and probably a whole lot better than she would have gotten from her actual nephew, but, in Morty Jr.'s defense, he was half-Gazorpian.

"Either that," Summer pointed out, again, with the somewhat sarcastic words that absolutely did not align with the look on her face as she held up a finger to Ben's tiny, tiny, impossibly tiny little hand, "or it's just gas. Arguably, that's probably not much different from love."

But then she looked back over at Annie with a big smile and all that sarcasm just seemed to leave her body as she gushed out, "I love him, too."

And then ruined it by following it up with, "I can't believe this guy was in you for, like, nine months."

Babies. Were. Weird.

But also kind of amazing?