Fourth Floor Common Room, Dinnertime

Isabel was in the mood to cook. After a trip to town to get supplies, she made a huge pot of taco meat, and then spent some time slicing and dicing an assortment of totally moddable toppings. There was even chocolate cake for dessert.

There was a CD glowing on the counter as it played some Jimmy Buffet and Isabel was quietly singing along. "Fins to the left, fins to the right and you're the only game in town..."

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, I could charm that out of her sometimes," Peter said.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Peter gave her the puppy eyes.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh," Peter said. "Normally that works for me."

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Peter chuckled. "Not bad. If I had cake I'd give you some."

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You always were my favorite," Peter said. He took the cake from her and helped himself to the frosting.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Not any more you don't," Peter replied.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Funny how Peter seemed to be smiling for reasons other than food.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I was planning on it," Peter said. "Fireworks on the beach maybe?"

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Peter looked for a napkin to ball up and throw at her.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Peter found himself blushing. He tried to focus on the food instead.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe later this week?" Peter suggested.

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2007-07-02 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a date," Peter said, before he could stop himself.