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Fourth Floor Common Room, morning

Isabel always thought better when she cooked. That was why Friday morning she could be found in the common room making muffins. Lots of them.

Hopefully the smell would draw people in to eat them.

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"Not if you actually want to eat anything," Isabel laughed. "You really can't cook at all?"

"I can make a mean grilled cheese," A.J. announced, brandishing a grin. "And my ramen's pretty tasty. I have milkshakes down to a science, but that's not really cooking, per say, so, yeah, prepackaged food is my life."

"This place needs to offer a cooking course," she said, spooning more mix into the muffin pans. "Either that or I'll do it one night. There are some really simple saute dishes to make that are very tasty."

"But," A.J. pointed out, "what would be the point if there are already so many lovely people like yourself who'll just cook for us?"

"Because someday you can return the favor perhaps?" Isabel replied. "Or else you'll be on permanent dish duty. And that's no fun."

"I'll return the favors with milkshakes," A.J. nodded confidently. "They're worth it, or so I've been told."

"I might have to stop by the diner then and check it out."

"You should!" A.J. enthused. "It can get really boring there sometime, especially on Sunday. And? The food is fine to eat, because I don't make any of it. We've got kitchen staff for that."

"Oh yeah, I've eaten there before, just not in a while," she explained. "I usually just grab a sandwich at the Perk or take-out at Ching Tai."

"See?" A.J. sighed dramatically with a shake of his head. "No love for Luke's in this place. Tsk."

"I promise," Isabel laughed. "I'll stop by soon."

"Good," A.J. nodded, reaching for more food. "So...muffin making and Luke's shunning aside, how've you been?"

"Pretty good. Classes are going well, Blackheart was a fluffy bunny at work yesterday, my friends are doing well." Mostly. "Life is pretty damn good at the moment."

"Good," A.J. nodded, satisfied with that answer. "That's how life should be. Don't think I know Blackheart?" He couldn't help thinking only of Beauty's horse, though, because, well...Greatheart, Blackheart, close enough, and he knew there were more horses in the stable than just Beauty's. "But a cute fluffy bunny is always good."

"Blackheart's a growly, grumpy guy. Who also happens to be a demon," Isabel explained. "He just makes me edgy. Which is weird considering I have one close friend that's a demon and another that's a vampire. It shouldn't bother me."

A.J. considered that fact that....he didn't think any of his friends were demons or vampires, but...He shook his head a little. "I can get that. Some people are just like that, just...don't ever seem to click or anything."

Cough, Adah, cough. Maybe those two crazy kids should get together and just be awkward at everyone together, aw.

"I guess. I've just had too many lectures of demons equal badness. Even from Angel and Bel," she shrugged. "I can't help being suspicious."

"So how's your life? Anything interesting in the world of AJ?"

"I've been oddly without any demon lectures," A.J. admitted. "I mean, I guess I never even really considered their existence much until, y'know, here. My world? Booooring. Well, was. World of A.J. right now is just a big mess." His nose wrinkled. "It's not bad, but, ugh. Not good, either."

"I never did either. Alien troubles were enough," Isabel nodded. "Oh? Why? Or shouldn't I ask?"

"Just..." A.J. lifted a shoulder awkwardly. "Stuff. Me being a big idiot, that's all. I should be used to it by now."

"It happens, you deal with it and move on," she told him. "Beating yourself up endlessly won't accomplish anything."

"Oh, I know," A.J. said, grinning just a little. "I'm workin' on it. But people," he just may have thrown a little bit of an accusing muffin her way, "keep asking me about it."

"Well excuse me for asking," Isabel replied in a dreadfully snooty tone. "As if I care about your petty concerns anyway."

Of course she offered more muffins as she said it. Because baked goods make everything better.

"Well," A.J. responded, just as snootily as his fingers picked out another muffin. "La de dah. Sorry to waste your precious time, your muffin highness."