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There's a blanket and some pillows on the extra bed, and she's moved some of her books and picture frames over to the extra so it doesn't look quite so empty. Isabel is sitting on the floor, puzzle mat spread out in front of her. She's made progress and the puzzle is almost all done. All that's left to do is fill in the blue background.

[The door is open!]

[ooc: Fine to say everyone visited. But the conversation with Jack is NFB]

Current Mood: mellow

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"I'll remember that," she says with a smile. "Just... maybe in November."

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Isabel laughed because she knew she did go overboard. "By November, I'm baking cookies and have most of my gifts bought and wrapped. But I'm insane."

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"Then you can help me with mine," Aeryn says. "Except the baking, that might be a little... out of my range of abilities."

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"You can put the colored sugar on the cookies before I bake them," Isabel smiled. "You'll be able to do that. Then you get first dibs when they come out of the oven."

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Aeryn slowly shakes her head. "I think this is becoming one of those conversations I can't believe I have..."

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"Why is that?" Isabel asked, curious.

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"Baking. Me," says Aeryn, like that explains everything.

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"You have a point," she agreed. "Somehow I can't picture you in an apron. But this is another one of those things were it's not so much what you do as who you do it with." Isabel smiled fondly, "I remember the first year I made cookies with my mom. The sugar was my job. Lately I've done cookies with my mom or with my friends. It's fun. Even if you don't actually do anything."