izzyalienqueen | Room 406, evening

Warm cat curled up on her feet, plate of brownies and a glass of milk on the table next to her, and Isabel sat back with her book and relaxed.

So far it had been a perfectly wonderful and relaxing break. There'd been mocking of the beautiful and famous, an unexpected return, hanging out with friends and lots of snow. Aside from tomorrow night's trip with Parker, Isabel planned on doing more of the same till her first class on Tuesday.

The music was playing and the door was open.

Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: Indigo Girls - Least Complicated

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Jack knew it was late, but he hadn't bothered looking at the time before walking up to Isabel's room. He did have a pint of slightly melty ice cream with him - left over from his and River's dessert - so he figured he'd be able to pacify her if his knocking on the door woke her up.

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"It's open!" Isabel called out from where she was snuggled down in the blankets with her book.

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"I can see that," he called, sticking his hand into the room and waving the ice cream around. "But does that mean I can come in? I have ice cream." He poked his head in as well, grinning. "And I guess you're not asleep, since you're talking to me."

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"And I guess you're not a mouse any longer since you're talking to me." She sat up, rearranging the blankets and pillows so there was a space for Jack to sit. "With ice cream? You're always welcome!"

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"Nope, I am demoused thanks to the magic of coffee beans." Jack flopped down next to her, half sprawling across her, and held out the ice cream. "I even brought spoons. Two of them."

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Isabel ruffled his hair then took the ice cream, digging in happily. "You are wonderful. I was in the mood for a snack but I was too lazy to go get one."

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"I am, aren't I?" He grinned, nudging her over slightly so he could snuggle down and use her thigh as a pillow. "Wonderful. And don't forget sexy and adorable."

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"All of that and more," she said, smiling down at him as she licked ice cream from her lip. "And can I just say that I scared myself with how well I understood mouse you?"

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"You were brilliant," he told her, reaching up to snag a spoonful of ice cream. "Though I think you know me way too well."

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Isabel handed over the spoonful of ice cream in her hand. "I am. And I do. It's scary at times. So what have you been up to since you've been de-moused?"

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"Mostly making full use of these," he stuck the spoon in his mouth and waved his hands, "and enjoying being able to reach things," he finished once he'd swallowed the ice cream. "Tonight I took River out for dinner and dancing. And ice cream." Jack nodded at the pint in Isabel's hands. "Which we didn't finish."

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"Notice me not asking what you used your hands for," she chuckled. "You did did you? Did you have fun?"

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"Probably a bit too much," he confessed. "But it made her happy, and that's what's important. But you!" Jack pointed the spoon at her accusingly. "You didn't tell me you were part of Parker's little Friday night jaunt." His attempt to scowl wasn't very effective, but at least he tried.

Room 406, evening

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