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fandomhighdorms2013-09-02 08:14 pm
seveninchmotto) wrote in fandomhighdorms2013-09-02 08:14 pm
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Third Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon
Isabelle had had no classes yet. And sure, she could have gone and found Alec already, but it was almost like a game now, to see how long it'd be before he'd realize she was around. Or when she'd get bored and go find him. Whichever happened first. So instead, today, she'd used up all that time wandering around the island and getting accustomed to the town and the feel of its streets under her feet. It was no New York, she knew that much. But she supposed it had its own charm. Maybe. Really, she was reserving judgment – of which she had quite enough to go around – until later. It was too quiet, though, she knew that much. She was used to the buzz of a big city.
But Izzy was a resourceful girl. And since it was only her third day on the island, she was perfectly content (for now, anyway) to be perching on the edge of the couch in her common room, getting acquainted with mundie television. Which really meant all television. And for something that seemed to take up so much time in other people's lives, Isabelle was not finding it that interesting.
Until she found Food Network.
"... Ooh."
Fear the great Shadowhunter, paying rapt attention to the secrets of soufflé making, with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.
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But Izzy was a resourceful girl. And since it was only her third day on the island, she was perfectly content (for now, anyway) to be perching on the edge of the couch in her common room, getting acquainted with mundie television. Which really meant all television. And for something that seemed to take up so much time in other people's lives, Isabelle was not finding it that interesting.
Until she found Food Network.
"... Ooh."
Fear the great Shadowhunter, paying rapt attention to the secrets of soufflé making, with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.
[ooc: Open!]
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"Hey," he greeted Isabelle. "I've tried making soufflés before," he added, after a glance at the television. "It didn't end well."
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Which was for the best when it came to everyone else's health.
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The lack of a mental narrative bemoaning the sudden acquisition of boobs seemed to indicate that this wasn't a genderswapped-Alec, though.
"Um," he stammered. "No idea- it just kind of, pfft," he made a collapsing motion with his hands, "once I got it out of the oven, you know?"
... How in the heck did one bring up 'you look exactly like my ex-roommate's adopted brother when he turns into a girl' in conversation, anyway?
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Too bad.
Isabelle looked amused at his stammering. She was used to people reacting like that, even if the reason was slightly different this time. "Yeah, I guess they do that."
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"I'm Toby, by the way."
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It didn't.
But of course in her line of work it didn't really matter whether foods sounded healthy or not.
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Oh, hey. There was a clue!
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