Room 406, Late Afternoon, early evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel's spent the afternoon in the common room kitchen handwavily cooking dinner. Now everything is carefully arranged on covered plates, ready to be reheated at the appropriate time. There's a blanket and candles set up picnic style on the floor. But for now, Isabel's playing solitare on the laptop while she waits for Greg to arrive.

When her email blinked, she smiled when she saw the message.


[Door's closed, but feel free to knock!]

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"I promise not to set you on fire by accident," he said seriously.

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"Thank you," Isabel grinned. "And I promise to not be an insane control freak." She pointed towards her laptop, "By the way? For after dinner entertainment? I got hold of a copy of Apocolypse. I thought we could mock everything that's scientifically impossible."

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Greg beamed at her. "But...but there's so much."

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"I know," she smiled, pleased that Greg liked the idea. "Liz pointed out tons of it when we watched it one time. But it has to be bad because even I picked out a few things on my own. I mean seriously? Open flames in space? Without oxygen?"

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"I know!" Greg said, grinning dorkily, still. "It's a great thrill movie for people who don't know better, but most of it's just so idiotic."

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"Like the machine gun that was built into the mining rig?" Isabel asked. "What was that about? Unless they expected some of my relatives to attack?"

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"Well, yes, all vehicles should have machine guns," he told her seriously. "Every car, boat, plane, train - everything down to tractors needs heavy weaponry."

Greg rolled his eyes. "I seriously have no idea, but wasn't that convenient?"

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Isabel put her plate aside and smiled. "My dad makes a pretty good argument for mounting missles on the front bumper of his car. He can be a bit intense when he drives."

"So now we're faced with a serious question. Dessert now? Or after the movie?"

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"Dessert now," Greg suggested. "Just in case we fall asleep or get distracted something, as we're known to do."

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"Us? Distracted? Never! I mean, I'm sure we'll stay completely focused on the movie," Isabel chuckled as she got the torte out of Xander's old refrigerator that had magically made it's way back up to the 406 since it wasn't needed or appreciated in the cushy teacher rooms. "Here you go," she said, handing over the Greg's slice. "Hopefully it tastes as good as it looks."

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Greg tentatively took a bite, and smiled. "It's excellent," he told her. "Thank you. For all of this. You seriously didn't have to go to so much trouble, but it was...sweet of you to do so."

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After dousing her own piece with Tabasco, Isabel took a bite. "You're right. It is good. This wasn't trouble, honestly. And even it was? You're worth it," she said shyly.

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Greg gave her a shy smile. "Yeah, definitely will be checking to see if I can stay through fall," he decided, poking at his torte. "Because this is very good, and I don't think I can get this back home."

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"Sadly no," Isabel said. "Jeff and his special brand of baked good goodness are unique to Fandom, so yes that is another good reason to stay. The curriculum and the baked goods."

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"Of course, Callisto wanting to kill me is a strike against staying," he mused, clearly teasing.

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"You're safe," Isabel assured him, taking another bite of torte. "She knows she can't actually cause you physical harm. Mental harm? That's another story. Hopefully she'll be satisfied with having you run through the woods today."

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"And let's hope she didn't hear the radio," Greg added.

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"The radio?" she asked, already mentally facepalming.

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"Um. A scorned duck called in."

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The facepalming was now literal. Isabel shook her head and leaned over to kiss him. "You're nuts. You know that right?"

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Greg kissed her and murmured, "But you like me anyway, right?"

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"Oh I do," she said, shifting just a little closer. "Lots..."

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"And see, that's all that matters," he replied, kissing her again.

"Unless she kills me," he amended, nuzzling Isabel's neck a little. "In which case it has been very nice knowing and liking you."

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"It has been very, very nice," Isabel said, closing her eyes and tipping her head to the side. "Aeryn had an idea. You can have my cell phone. Angel's still on the speed dial. If she tries to hurt you just call him." The she was pretty much distracted by the nuzzling. "That's nice," she whispered.

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"Uh huh," Greg said, shifting his attention to her earlobe. "Angel's the guy with the funny hair, right?"