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Fourth Floor Common Room, Late Afternoon

Now that she's gotten two good nights of sleep and has gotten off of the emotional rollercoaster she was on last week, things are starting to sink in. If she stops, she's going to have to think and she's just not ready to do that right now. So after Western Civilizations, she got supplies and set up shop in the fourth floor common room.

Anyone on the fourth floor (and given how much garlic she's using, anyone throughout most of the dorm) should smell the puttanesca sauce cooking. Come and eat.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD threads are up.]

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Grab a knife and help.

There's fresh mozzarella and tomatoes, bruschetta and a collection of olives to snack on while you work.

Come eat!

There's pasta with sauce and a tasty ciabatta bread with olive oil for dipping.

Tiramasu!

"Isabel!" Janet smiled. She'd followed the smell of garlic all the way up to the fourth floor common room. "I hadn't heard you were back."

"Janet," Isabel said, faltering for only a second. "I got back Sunday night. I'm still trying to settle back in."

Lana comes in looking tired and red-eyed. "Hey Isabel," she said quietly. "I smelled the food. I haven't eaten in, I don't know how long, but this actually smells good to me."

"Hi Lana," Isabel said. She put some mozzarella and cheese on a plate and pushed it across to Lana. "Here then, eat."

Lana smiled at her and took the plate, picking at the mozzerella and actually eating some of it. "I'm glad you're back," she said. "How are you doing?"

"Not even Roswell is as weird as this place?" she asked, giving Isabel a curious look when she hesitated briefly. "I'm glad you're back. Western Civ just wasn't the same."

"Okay, I guess. I'm just trying to get settled back in mostly, catch up on my classes." She shrugged, "Fortunately most of my teachers have been pretty understanding."

"Yeah, so much crazy stuff happens I guess they kind of have to be. If there's anything I can do to help you catch up or whatever just let me know. I'd be glad to have the distraction," Lana says with a fairly pitiful attempt at a smile.

Lana waved at Janet, "Hey, how's it going? I haven't seen you in a while."

"Roswell is in a class of weird all of it's own," Isabel looked down and laughed somewhat bitterly. "It was definitely weird to go home."

She made a determined effort to smile when she looked up at Janet again. "Xander called me and told me that you were able to pull together a way to save Angel. I saw him yesterday, he looks much better then he was the last time I saw him."

"Thanks. I appreciate it," Isabel said with a small smile. She studied Lana's face for a minute and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Shep's gone," Lana says and is relieved that she doesn't burst into tears when she says it.

"I've been trying to recover from all the craziness," said Janet. "Which has led to me spending many hours in my room. How are you doing?"

Lana shook her head. "Hasn't been the best of times. And I don't even dare admit to you how long it's been since I've eaten." She tries to smile.

"Gone?" Isabel asked. "Why? How?"

Lana shook her head. "It's a whole lot of complicated stuff, half of which I'm technically not even supposed to know about. But the bottom line is that he's gone. And he doesn't know when or if he'll be back."

Despite her best efforts she can't keep the tears from filling her eyes. "Oh damn, I promised myself I wasn't going to do this."

"Are you okay?" asked Janet. She grinned wryly. "I did some of the work. A lot of other people helped too. But yeah, I managed to whip it all into a final concotion. He's been slowly building up his strength since then."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Janet. "And if I didn't see Isabel push food at you already, I'd be doing so myself. What's wrong?"

Isabel bit her lip and nodded, "I see, I'm sorry that he's gone. Hopefully he'll be able to come back."

She turned away for a minute and tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she picked up a jar of olives and a knife. Turning back to the counter she opened the jar and started pull the olives out for slicing. "Maybe he'll be able to write at least."

"Shep's gone," Lana said simply.

"I'm okay," Isabel said quickly. "It was just a long, rough week."

"You're pretty good with science and medical stuff aren't you?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "My friend Liz plans on going to Harvard and studying to be a molecular biologist. She's good, but you're definitely better."

Lana nodded as well, worried that her voice wouldn't work or worse that she'd embarrass herself. She managed a non-committal sort of noise and went back to picking at the mozzerella.

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