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Behind the Meerkat Cabin, late morning through lunch

Isabel didn't get to bed till late and didn't get to sleep until even later. She was too busy replaying the evening in her mind and smiling at the memory. Thursdays were workshop free, so she slept in late and then brought her blanket out to lie in shade of the trees behind the Meerkat cabin. The jug of iced tea is cold, her book is incredibly entertaining in that cheesy, this is entirely not plausible way and overall, life is good.

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Isabel stretched her arms over her head and smiled. "It goes quite well thank you."

Parker chuckled and sat down next to her, poking one finger at the book. "Any particular reason why? That you'd like to share?"

"Because you were right." Isabel reached for the thermos and poured Parker a cup of iced tea. "He does have soft lips," she said quietly.

"Yes!" Parker punched the air, looking gleeful. "Terrific! And you're smiling, so the rest of the date must have been as nice as his mouth. Yayyy!" She took a sip of the tea, still smiling, and grinned. "So. Plans for a second date finalized, or just hanging out for now?"

"It was very nice," Isabel informed her. "A picnic down in this little cove on the beach. There aren't an formalized plans at this point. But there's definitely going to be another date."

She looked down and plucked a dandelion form the grass. "I gave him a flash. He didn't freak."

"Picnic, cool. Planning skils and some sense of romance. I think you might have really lucked out here, Isabel."

Parker tilted her head, eyes narrowing. "You told me about this, back in first term. Something-- right. Liz was getting flashes from your brother." Her eyes widened. "Whoops. But he was okay with it?"

"I think I did. Hell, I know I did."

Isabel nodded, "He was okay with it. Fortunately it was nothing too scary, Max and Michael, Sheriff Valenti, you. And once I realized it was happening I was able to stop it."

"Me? And Sheriff Valenti? Okay, that's surprising." Parker blinked a bit, then said, "I thought it was stars, and bits of your past. I'm glad you could stop it, though." She looked thoughtful, studying Isabel. "You didn't expect it, did you?"

"There were stars. As for you making an appearance, it is my past, just the more recent part of it." Isabel shrugged, "I have no clue how it works, but stopping it was easy enough once I knew it could happen to me." She looked down and swirled the ice in her cup. "I didn't, and it's not like I haven't kissed anyone before, but I never kissed anyone and gotten the flashes. I just thought it was something I couldn't do. Like I can't heal and Max can't dreamwalk."

"So, it's just happened to Max before, then? Maybe you just had to grow into it." Parker grinned, and suddenly looked amused. "Or... hmm. Anyway. I'm glad there was no freakage on his part. And he took being mildly threatened really well." She took a long sip of her iced tea, leaning back. "Which is less of an actual threat in most guys' cases, and more of just a test to see how they take it. Greggie was a very good sport."

"I know Max has given and received them. Michael has gotten them from Maria, but she's never gotten any from him. But that's Michael. He won't let himself be open like that." She leaned back as well, stretching her legs out in front of her. "I'm afraid to ask what you threatened him with. But I don't think it's ever going to be an issue, test or not. He's too sweet."

"Nothing too dire. I said I wouldn't kill him. Just promised the funeral would be nice." Parker squinted into the sunlight, and said, "And I already know you like him, so there's that question answered." She cocked her head. "I'm glad you trust him that much."

"You're wicked," Isabel grinned. "I must take notes." She fell silent, her eyes focused across the compound for a few quiet minutes. "I don't know that it's trust, not that fast. But I'm willing to give him the chance. He reminds me of Alex."

"Ah." Parker took another sip of iced tea, and pushed up her sunglasses. "I'm more sorry I never got to meet Alex, then."

"He was a good guy. He had a way of looking at me, of making me feel special." She smiled, "Greg looks at me like that."

Parker thought about the way Jarod looked at her sometimes, and smirked. Okay, sometimes he looked at her like she was special, too. But thinking about that was sometimes a little too scary. "I look forward to watching this unfold with interest. Except not the scary kind. Just the yay-Isabel-has-a-guy, kind."

Isabel laughed. "I'll be sure to make you some popocorn."

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