I Just Want To Be Normal

"Well some of it is for me, because it is pretty. But you can tell what's been added specifically for him." She smiled and reached for the bag of Dove minatures and a sheet of paper that had been on her desk. "It's not quite skywriting. But still there's sentiment. This explains why I chose the ones I did," she said, handing the paper over.

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Parker read it and slowly smiled. "And I'll bet he understands the significance immediately, too. Which one do you want me to start with? And where?" Parker glanced at the sheet again. "Phenethylamine?"

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"I was thinking they should be done around my ankles. Throw in a few hearts, flowers and vines and I bet it'll look adorable," Isabel grinned as she opened a piece of chocolate.

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Parker took one, then popped in in her mouth, nodding. "He'll also have a bzuh reaction, when he realizes it's you did all this work." She smiled slowly, holding up one of the Doves. "Later on? You might want to do these in chocolate."

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"Google is my friend. It's not that difficult," Isabel pointed out. "And now I'm speaking a language he understands."

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Parker took a look at the designs, tracing one with her fingers. "We could chain-write it around your ankle, I think? Do you have the brush? This'll have to be slow, it's tricky with all the detail."

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"I have a kit. So it came with a nice thin applicator," she said. "It's in the fridge right now. But you're right, a chain would be perfect. And I've got time, we haven't really set plans for tonight."

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"Why don't we get started now?" Parker offered. "That way, it'll be dry and we can correct any mistakes before this evening."

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"Sounds like a plan." Isabel put her foot up to rest on the bed and tried to hold it still. "We can call Ching Tai for lunch if you want."

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After getting Izzy's message, Jack had made a quick trip into town to grab Chinese, figuring any project that needed his help might also require a lot of energy.

Arms laden with food, he knocked on the door with his forehead.

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"It's open!" she called. "Jack! With food! Do you read minds or something?"

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"He's a miracle worker," Parker said, waving as she unscrewed the tube of henna. "Ooo. Lemon shrimp?"

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"Lemon Shrimp, and a bunch of other stuff," he confirmed, handing a carton to Parker before turning to Isabel. "And I do read minds - why do you think I'm so popular?" He grinned slyly as he put the rest of the cartons down on the desk. "Are we going to paint Izzy?"

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"I was going to say something about 'elite skill set' here, but the mind reading plays into that." Parker grinned. "We are, in fact, going to make her a testament to chemistry. Look." She handed over the sheet of notes, and grabbed chopsticks, using them to fish out shrimp from her carton, then stopping to grab Isabel's ankle. "Okay. Start here. End here. Don't twitch, I don't want to mess this up. Jack? Which one do you want to do?"

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"That too," Jack laughed, peering at the paper then at Isabel's ankle. "I think, that one," and he pointed at one of the signs then reached for the applicator. "This isn't the first time I've painted on someone." One hand smoothed over Isabel's skin, then he started to draw with precise, even strokes. "It is the first time I've painted with something that wasn't edible."

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Isabel shook her head and stabbed at her spicy shrimp with chopsticks. "Give me six months. Maybe I'll need you to redo it in chocolate."

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Parker grinned, and carefully drew the hexagons connecting the molecules together over Isabel's ankle-bone, then the the lines leading off of them. "Although, it would probably be more fun if Greg did that part."

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Concetrating carefully on what he was doing, he shot Isabel a quick smirk. "Yeah, it really needs to be painted by the one who's going to be licking it off. Trust me." Finishing the symbol, he looked over at Parker. "Do you want any extra decoration around these?"

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Parker snickered, then took a look at what Jack was doing. "Put a couple leaves and moons around it. Makes it look a little less clinical." She shook her head, remembering the body paint she'd given away to Sam. "Or raspberry syrup? Depending on what Greg likes, I guess," she said, shooting Isabel a teasing look.

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"I'm not saying a word," Isabel said, closing her lips in a prim line as she watched Jack work. "That's nice."

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"Blueberry syrup is even better." Jack smirked again, carefully tracing a vine around the symbol he'd drawn and over the top of Parker's. "Or chocolate. Get it in a squeeze bottle, though. It makes it easier to control."

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"I think you *can* take it too far, though. Whipped cream and syrups and chocolate are one thing. Anything more solid, and you should just be having dinner. In my opinion."

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Isabel turned several different shades of pink. "I'm so glad I have the two of you to enlighten me on these things. I'll be sure NEVER to tell you if or when I ever put them into practice."

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Jack grinned when she blushed and leaned forward to kiss her ankle, just above the henna lines. "We're always happy to help. Right, Parker?"

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