The Halliwell Manor, Saturday morning

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After spending the week worrying about Savannah and trying to get a particularly annoying paper done, Isabel was thrilled when Wyatt invited her to spend the weekend in San Francisco.

Taking advantage of his grandfather being out of town to have a few days to themselves? Never...

After a late night, Isabel was still half asleep when she climbed out of bed, pulled on one of Wyatt's t-shirts, and quietly went in search of the coffee maker, wondering if Wyatt would enjoy breakfast in bed.

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"That's for me to know," Isabel grinned. "And you NOT to find out."

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"We've got two days to kill, might as well enjoy them," Fork insisted. "What else are we going to do, play chess?"

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Threat delivered, Isabel set the frying pan on the stove and started the actual cooking part of breakfast.

"If we're lucky there's a Top Model marathon on one of the cable channels. Nothing passes the time like Tyra."

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"Especially when the models have to take their clothes off," Fork smirked.

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"I'm sure you'll enjoy that. Hopefully you'll get lucky." Because it would be the only luck he'd have for the weekend if Isabel had anything to say about it.

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"As soon as it's dark, I'm getting out of here," Fork said. "And I will get lucky."

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Isabel already had an idea about how to prevent that. It was just a matter of making a phone call. But for now she was going to have her breakfast.

And then she was getting out her camera. This had to be memorialized in pictures.