izzyalienqueen | Room 406: Friday night

"So," Isabel said as she and Peter walked down the hall after an evening of Thai food on the mainland. "That was pretty tasty. Thanks for not letting me order anything that would taste like cardboard."

	"No problem," Peter said. "Thanks for not laughing too much when I spilled my drink on the floor." Not that Peter had been nervous or anything.
	"It happens," she smiled. "Better the floor then the waiter. We never would have been served then."
	"Need a really big tip to help get past that one," Peter agreed. "Plus I don't think most non-Fandom waiters would appreciate us trying to use our powers to clean up the mess."
	Isabel smiled and stopped in front of her door. "No, probably not. Well unless we gave them an even bigger tip. Two friends at home are waitresses. They'll forgive just about anything for a good tip. Well except grabbing hands. Then Maria gets the coffee pot."
	"To... take home?" Peter guessed, not quite getting it.
	"No, to spill," she grinned. "It's highly effective. And worth the lost tip."
	"Ahhh," Peter said. "I could see that. Especially if they really deserved it."
	"Some of the guys on the football team?" Isabel shrugged. "Did." "So are you up for your long trip home? Since it's so far down the hall?"
	Peter looked towards his door. "Hope so. I'll try to pace myself. Keep hydrated."
	"I could get you a bottle of water for the trip," she offered. "Snacks, even."
	"Oh yeah?" Peter asked. "Anything good?"
	Isabel pretended to think it over for a moment. "For you? I suppose I can raid the chocolate stash."
	"I'm flattered," Peter said. He gave her a coy look. "Anything I can do to be worthy of that?"
	"I don't know. I think dinner counts. I really did have a good time," she said sincerely. "Anything more? That's like extra whipped cream and cherries."
	"I'll have to find a way to come up with that," Peter said, looking into her eyes.
	"There's always Chilly Boulder." The floor was suddenly fascinating.
	"Have to try it some time." Peter nervously raked a hand through his hair. "I - uh - guess I'll see you later?"
	"I think that can be arranged," she smiled. Unable to help herself, Isabel reached up and brushed his hair back.
	A smile spread across Peter's lips. "Good."
	"Sneak. Goodnight Peter." The nice thing about alien powers? No need to carry a key. Isabel undid the lock and opened the door. Not that she went through it.
	Which allowed her to watch as Peter gave a wave, then walked down the hall.
	Isabel watched him go, then went into her room, shut the door and quietly banged her head against it.