izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2007-08-25 07:20 pm
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Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

Isabel rummaged through the kitchen and came up with something that sort of resembled dinner, then she grabbed the remote and turned the TV to Iron Chef America. Bobby Flay, wild boar, and grilled watermelon? It looked interesting.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"You're right," Isabel said slowly. "I suppose it's time I told you about my secret addiction to The Star and The Enquirer. I read them religiously every week."

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Peter covered his eyes and shook his head sadly. "I'm just glad you can realize it for the disease that it is."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Now it was Isabel's turn to give sympathetic pats. "Like you said, the first step is the hardest. Now that I've made it, hopefully I'm on the road to recovery."

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm here for you all the way," Peter said.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I appreciate it," she said sincerely. "And to show my appreciation, well, I've got some cookies from J,GoB in my room. Want me to go get them before the bad movie starts?"

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Please!" Peter said. "I could use the sugar rush."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Give me two minutes," Isabel smiled and then headed down the hall.

Approximately four minutes later she was back, the extra two minutes because she stopped and got milk to go with the cookies.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, glancing at the spot on the couch next to Peter.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah," Peter said. "By a pretty wonderful girl."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"She left you alone. She's lost her seat," Isabel said, as she sat down and held out Peter's glass of milk. "That was not very wise of her."

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I dunno," Peter said. "I think she might come back."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel dunked a cookie in her milk and shrugged. "I can take her."

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure about that?" Peter said. "She is pretty special."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I think it would be worth it," she said, snuggling down in her seat. That might have involved a little bit of shoulder leaning.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Peter might've been okay with shoulder leaning, as evidenced by him leaning back.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
The good thing about TK? It meant that when your hands were full of milk and cookies, it was still easy to pass the bag of cookies. "There's chocolate chip and sugar cookies in there. Hopefully that'll keep you from passing out from a lack of sugar."

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Peter gave her a half smile. "I think I'll manage."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-26 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Well if not, I'll do my best to revive you," Isabel promised.