[4th Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon]

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec and Dean had decided that there was no better idea than getting a lot of ice cream, a lot of random toppings, and then making sundaes. They even waited until after lunch (cereal) and made sure to have healthy things too (fruit syrup! jam! graham cracker bits!).

There was, of course, a lot of everything, just in case people wanted to come by and have some of their own. Alec was suicidal nice like that.

[OOC: Come have ice cream? Toppings and flavors totally moddable, and feel free to order Alec to put it all together for your wee ones.]

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[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Alec waved, grinning. "Nice to see I'm not the only one who didn't get tiny-fied."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel's still shaking her head at all the sugar hyped children. "Nope, Parker, Anders, Peter Petrelli and I somehow all managed to stay full sized. I'm searching for blackmail pictures," she said, holding up her camera.

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like I'm in good company," he said, smirking. "And I'm glad I didn't freak out - if no one else is, I'm guessing this is just a Fandom thing."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure how much company you're going to have. Anders is going nuts trying to keep track of Phoebe and Bel, Parker's gone into hiding, and I'm not sure where Peter is," she explained. "And you're right. It is a Fandom thing. It happened about this time last year as well. And I did wind up tiny. It was very strange."

Isabel eyed the ice cream fixings. "And I'm thinking tonight might be an if you can't beat 'em, join 'em night. Can I have some?"

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Definitely," Alec said with a grin. "We've got pretty much anything you could want on ice cream, so start a list and I'll throw it in a bowl."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"How about anything chocolate?" Isabel asked. "And then I'll top it off with some tabasco."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Tabasco?" Alec gave her a weird look as he scooped up some double-fudge ice cream. "That's probably the weirdest topping yet, next to vegetables."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Alien thing," she shrugged. "Our taste buds were underdeveloped when we first came out of the pods. Tabasco made things taste better."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"And it gives you a leg up on weird ice cream toppings," Alec said, grinning. "I didn't get any, but there might be some around here. Want anything else besides the ice cream and the tobasco? Whipped cream?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Actually Dean said he'd help me with the toppings," Isabel said in a half-hearted attempt to actually have some sort of continuity in conversations. "So I'll let him do that. Last thing in the world I want to do is disappoint a little kid." She rummaged through the closet and pulled out the bottle of Tabasco. "I made sure to stash one in every common room."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Good idea," Alec said, amused. "So do you put it on everything?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Not so much now," she admitted. "But always with sweet stuff. Sweet and spicy is the best combination ever."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I should try it," he said thoughtfully.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Dawn tried it. She liked it," Isabel grinned. "But she might possibly have stranger taste buds then my own. Try it on a spoonful. That way you won't ruin the whole dish of ice cream if you don't like it."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"I've had to eat MREs way too often to be really put off by weird tastes," Alec said dryly. He scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and held it out towards her. "Hit me?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Surely," she said, splashing the spicy sauce over the ice cream. "I'm always glad to share the spicy."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec waited until she was done, then popped it in his mouth, making a thinky face as he ate it. "Hmm."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Well?" Isabel asked, prepared to go for milk or another beverage if it was too much for him.