San Francisco, Sunday Evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel tried not to think about the fact that things were quiet for the moment. Quiet was good. Quiet was wonderful in fact. But thinking about it too much was the surest way to wind up with the demon of the week shimmering in to break another table.

Instead she was going to focus on the fact that Victor was out of town, Victoria was sleeping, and she and Wyatt had the house to themselves for the night.

Just in time for the The Meandering Deceased finale.

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[blessed_twice]

"I don't know, some of them are pretty crazy," Wyatt said. "But then again, that kid was creepy."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Creepy is good. When it's on TV." God only knows they'd dealt with enough creepy in real life over the years. "She was still a better villain then the Governor."

[blessed_twice]

"They probably would've gotten along great," Wyatt snorted. "They both wanted pet zombies."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong with a puppy?" Isabel asked. "They're cute. They're cuddly and they're not going to eat you."

[blessed_twice]

"Have you ever seen a hellhound puppy?" Wyatt said. "They're cute, but they'll bite your head off."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I have not crossed that particular experience off on my bucket list," she admitted with a grin. "And it can wait honestly."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt snickered. "Unless Miss Victoria decides to conjure one up as a pet one day," he said.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Then we'll have to convince her to trade it in for a nice cocker spaniel." And then they could send the hellhound to the Hyperion.

[blessed_twice]

"We can count ourselves lucky if she never conjures a dragon like I did," Wyatt said.

They were probably going to have to keep a close eye on what she watched on TV.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"She is never watching Game of Thrones," Isabel said immediately.

[I'm too tired for meta.]