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Fourth Floor Common Room -- Monday evening

Still in an absurdly good mood, Dean was in the kitchen cooking. Nothing fancy, just some rice krispie treat, but he figured he wouldn't have any problems finding people to eat it.

Dean took a bite himself. And if he did, well all the more for himself, wasn't it?

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"I've already talked to Aeryn," Isabel admitted. "I'd want her watching my back. But it all depends. Our way home is gone for the moment. So until we find a new way back, I'm worrying for nothing."

"How..." Dawn swallowed, "How would you get there?"

"Right now? I haven't a clue," she shrugged. "We had a way. But when Tess left in March, she took it. So for the moment, we really are stranded."

"How'd she leave? A ship, or some other way?"

"The Granolith. It was some sort of ship slash transport device," she said. "With the crash we lost a lot of information."

"Could one of the other outer space people get you there?" Dawn asked.

"Maybe, but we're not one hundred percent sure where it is. So until we have more information..." Isabel shrugged helplessly.

"I'll stop trying to help," Dawn said.

"No, I appreciate it," Isabel said sincerely. "It helps knowing people want to help."

"I do. Want to help. Lots." Dawn nodded.

"Thanks," she smiled. "But since I don't plan on leaving anytime soon? Perhaps you can help me with a more immediate problem?"

"Sure, what's up?" Dawn asked.

"I need another piece of rice krispy treat," Isabel said, perfectly serious.

Giggling, Dawn went over to the counter and returned with two. She handed one to Isabel. "Y'know, for an ex-boyfriend, Dean's a pretty good cook."

Isabel grinned and doused her piece with Tabasco. "He's a man of great culinary skills indeed."

"Oooh, Tabasco. Can I try?" Dawn decided not to elaborate on Dean's other skills, though Isabel might have guessed what she was thinking from the blush.

"Multi-talented?" Isabel asked, noticing the blush. She held out the Tabasco. "You sure you're ready for this?"

"Peanut butter and salami," Dawn countered, reaching for the bottle of tabasco and sprinkled it liberally on the treat. "And yes." She cleared her throat.

"We're going to have to continue this conversation outside of the common room," Isabel said, blushing faintly herself. "Now that Greg is staying..."

"Ooooh?" Dawn teased, then took a bite of rice krispie treat. "Mmmm." Her eyes started watering. "I approve."

"I don't know for sure," Isabel admitted. "It's just now, it's a possibility."

"You like it? Really?"

"Yeah, with all the butter, it's kind of like a Buffalo rice krispie treat," Dawn nodded enthusiastically. "And I don't know how much help I'll be. Dean and I...didn't."

Smiling at the description, Isabel shrugged. "Moral support when and if we decide to would be quite helpful. It's a big, scary intimidating step."

"I can do that," Dawn nodded, "I mean not right then, obviously, because that would be weird and awkward and I don't think Greg would appreciate that much, but I can definitely be all supporty. Like a good bra!"

It was possible she was too enthusiastic.

Isabel looked down, "Well I definitely need that," she said deadpan. Than she cracked up. "I'm thinking ice cream the night before. Lots and lots of ice cream."

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