izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-08-24 09:56 pm
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Room 406, Later in the evening.

After visiting Jack, Isabel had returned to her room and started rereading Storms of Silver in preparation for Saturday's book signing.

The door was closed.

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[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-08-25 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow," Peter said. "I'm sure that you'll get things patched up soon enough. And then bicker more and end up not speaking again in time. It cycles like that, right?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-25 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Eventually," she agreed. "Once he gets out of extreme stupid mode."

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-08-25 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"And from what I know of him, that may be a while," Peter said.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-25 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes I think hell will freeze over first," Isabel said with a wry smile. "Or that I'll look out the window and see flying pigs."

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-08-25 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"They can do wild things with genetics these days. The day of the flying pig is sooner than you think," Peter said.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-25 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Given the levels of stubbornness and stupidity he's been reaching? That's entirely possible," she agreed. "And can I say what a scary thought flying pigs are? Compared to bird droppings? Gah!"

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-08-25 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"And with that lovely image, I'm out of here. Thanks again for the hair. I appreciate it," Peter said.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-25 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry about that," Isabel chuckled. "Have a safe trip!" She watched him leave, still amused, then picked up her book and started to read.