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4th Floor Common Room, afternoon into evening

The last time Isabel cooked dinner on this scale it was because she didn't want to think about everything that had been going wrong. This time? She's happy. And while it's not goulash, hopefully the gods of good times would appreciate a huge meal of paella and assorted tapas food shared with friends.

The CD was glowing on the counter as she stirred and chopped and Isabel could be found singing quietly and occasionally dancing along with the music.

Ever since this old world began
A woman found out if she shook it she could shake up a man
And so I'm gonna shake and shimmy the best that I can today
'Cause you can't stop the motion of the ocean or the sun in the sky
You can wonder if you wanna but I never ask why
And if you try to hold me down I'm gonna spit in your eye and say
You can stop the beat

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"You are just..." her voice trailed off and she shook her head before moving over and starting to make the crostini (http://www.ericweisstein.com/fun/wine/tapas.html#4). "Max is my brother," Isabel explained. "And at one time he was the king on our planet."

Jack kept slicing the tops off the tomatoes while he considered what she'd said. "I'm not at all surprised you're related to royalty, you're beautiful, gracious," he said slowly. "But what does that mean - will he be king if you go back?" He stopped slicing and looked up at her. "Are you going back?"

"I don't know. He was killed, we were all killed," Isabel explained, concentrating with extra focus on what she was doing. "Our mother somehow created these bodies for us and sent us to Earth so that we could learn to use our powers and eventually return and save the planet. But things went to hell when the crash happened, so it's pretty much been Max, Michael and I trying to survive." She laughed ironically, "Michael is like a second brother to me. We found out last year that in that past life, he was my betrothed husband. Needless to say, there's not going to be a wedding this time around."

Jack nodded as she spoke, looking down at the tomatoes. "I'm glad there's not going to be a wedding," he said quietly. "And I'm very glad you're alive. And that you're not alone. I'm not so thrilled about the destiny thing." He looked up and gave her a quick smile. "I'd miss you if you were gone. Now, pass me a bowl and I'll gut these."

"Destiny pretty much bites the big one," she said somewhat resignedly. "I've pretty much come to the conclusion that I'll go, because I owe it to them in a way. But ultimately my life is here. So I will come back. That's a promise I intend to keep." Isabel smiled at Jack and passed the bowl over.

"Thank you," he said, accepting the bowl and picking up a tomato to slide the tip of the knife inside and scoop out the pulp. "And good. I can't imagine the planet without you. But you wouldn't be Isabel if you didn't feel that way." Grinning down at the now empty tomato, he glanced sideways at her. "You sure you don't want to throw Greg aside and run away with me?"

"No. Thank you," Isabel said, stepping over to hug him quickly. "But no thanks as well. I love you dearly, but I'm sorry, you and I are just not meant to be. It's going to be difficult, but I know you'll survive, somehow."

Jack's hands were full, but he rubbed his cheek against hers as she hugged him. "Ah, I'm crushed. But I guess as long as you love me, I'll find the strength to carry on." He was - barely - managing to keep a straight face, but his eyes were sparkling with mirth. "Can I lurk in your presence and worship you from afar?"

Isabel thwapped him just on principle. "You damn well better."

Jack ducked and laughed, reaching for another tomato. "Worshipping from afar, and sighing sadly whenever you're in earshot. Got it." Deftly hollowing it, he grabbed another. "And speaking of Greg, I was listening to the radio last night. Anything you want to tell me?"

"Don't talk to me about sighing," Isabel laughed. "You had the sad sigh all perfected when you were a fox. It was terrible." Her eyebrows rose in indignation. "Damn that pirate. We fell asleep watching Dr. What. There was no nakedness involved!"

"Hey, it was dark and cold and I was only a little fox. All I wanted to do was sleep with you!" Smirking, he added, "And you were helpless to resist, I seem to recall." Jack now had a counter full of empty tomatoes, and he rached for the stuffing. "I believe you," he said soothingly. "I'm sure there was no nakedness of any kind."

Isabel couldn't help but giggle. "I was, wasn't I? But you did keep my knees warm at least." She watched him spoon the stuffing in and smiled. "It was nice. I'll just leave it at that. Actually that's part of the reason for all of this."

"You were." Jack looked over at her, smiling warmly. "I might not get the urge for hearts and flowers, but I'm glad you've found someone who makes you happy," he said. "Is this a celebration, then?"

"Partly. I've been joking with Dawn the last few weeks that things are going to well and that I'd have to make a sacrifice to the gods of good times. She said they like goulash. I'm hoping they'll be satisfied with the work that went into doing all of this." Isabel looked down, vaguely embarassed. "I know it sounds stupid and superstitious, but...."

"It doesn't sound superstitious or stupid," Jack said firmly, stuffing more tomatoes and arranging them on a plate. "In a place that's got wizards, aliens, witches, vampire puppies, clones, time travellers and mummies, a god of good times just sounds like the next logical step." He laughed, and added, "I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up to claim his sacrifice in person."

"If he does?" Isabel said, only half-jokingly. "He gets first dibs on the food."

"Even I'm not going to argue with a god. Probably." Jack stuffed the last of the tomatoes thoughtfully. "I bet the god of good times would be very, very cute."

"The god of good times is probably an old man with a beer belly," Isabel laughed. "Still think that's cute?"

"No way. That's the god of hangovers - the god of good times is tall, bronzed, and mostly naked." Jack stared off into space. "And very adventurous." Shaking his head, he grinned at her. "Suddenly I really hope he shows up."

Burying her face in her hands, Isabel laughed. "Now that is a pretty picture. He sounds like just your type."

"Oh yeah, I think he would definitely qualify." Jack looked up as Cedric walked in (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/663855.html?thread=42040367#t42040367). "Speaking of which, will you forgive me if I leave you? The tomatoes are done, and you look like you've got everything else well in hand."

"That's fine," she assured him. "You go have fun. Thanks for the help."

"My pleasure, Izzy. Time spent with you is always the highlight of any day." He kissed her on the cheek. "Actually, would you object if I were to steal some of this food?"

Isabel hugged him and grinned wickedly. "Take whatever you like. Go have a nice private picnic."

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