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] 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.