Third Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

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This grey and rainy afternoon seemed like the perfect time for Isabelle to seize control of her common room's kitchen area and cook something. Everyone liked a bowlful of hot soup to warm them up for the fall weather, right? So that was what she was making as she bustled around the kitchen, her long dress flaring out around her legs and then settling down again whenever she turned to get this or that from the cupboards. She was following a recipe (for a given Izzy value of "following") she'd gotten from someone back in New York, and the soup smelled just fine. So, it was kind of like one of those exotic animals in a rain forest that look beautiful but are just waiting to poison you and eat your face.

Isabelle's soup wasn't going to eat anyone's face. At most, it was going to give people an upset stomach. Not to mention a need to be extra polite and claim it tasted just fine, really, and that the tuna and the... whatever that really strong spice was were a really good match. Honest.

She looked pretty content and even happy, though, stirring the pot as she waited for the soup o be finished. So, there was that.

[ooc: Open! Come taste Izzy's awful cooking.]

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[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

The smell wasn't all that terrible, it was true, but whatever was cooking still smelled sort of...interesting. At least to Isaac's sensitive nose.

"What's going on?"

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"I'm making soup," Isabelle informed him. A little more brightly than said soup really deserved to be announced. She glanced over towards him. "It'll be ready in a moment if you want some."

She was ever so nice, really.

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

"Um, okay." Isaac was really too polite to say no, but he didn't exactly look excited about this. "What kind of soup is it?"

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"Tuna." Mostly. "I got the recipe from someone back home, I haven't tried it before," she added, like that'd reassure or something. "Actually it was from a sprite, but I don't think it has anything in it that'd harm a... child of the moon."

Yeah just absently dropping that in there right off the bat.

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

Isaac blinked. "A what?"

He wasn't denying the werewolf thing, it's just he'd never heard that term before.

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It wasn't Isabelle's favorite choice of term. A bit too melodramatic.

She rolled her eyes anyway. "A lycanthrope."

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Oh yeah." See, that one he knew. "How did you figure that one out?"

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There was another eyeroll. "I didn't have to," she said. "Stiles told me. But I would've figured it out on my own soon anyway."

It was kind of her job to know these things. And she was good at her job.

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

"Stiles has a big mouth," Isaac said, rolling his eyes. "What makes you think you would have figured it out? I don't make it obvious."

Or he thought so, anyway. He didn't scratch locker doors with his claws anymore.

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"Because it's my job to figure it out."

Which was a fact she didn't make a lot of noise about around the school (at least until the next invasion or so), but he wasn't a mundane, so.

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

"So you're a hunter," he guessed. "Should I be afraid you poisoned the soup?"

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"Shadowhunter," she corrected. "And no."

Yes, yes he should. But by accident, not on purpose.

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

"Shadowhunter," Isaac repeated. "You're more shadowy than other hunters?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Hey, that smells good," Cade said. "There extra for moochers?"

Cade had only picked up the really useful Earth slang.

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Isabelle smirked at him. "Oh, there's plenty."

And not just because it was really bad!

"Feel free to grab a bowl."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Well, Cade ate pirate-made food, so he had a fairly iron stomach.

He happily grabbed said bowl. "Thanks," he said, shoving some in his mouth. "This is really...wow."

Not of the good.

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"I am choosing to take that as a compliment."

The reason Isabelle got away with being a terrible cook probably had a lot to do with her use of tones that suggested insulting her would not be a good idea.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"You can do that," Cade said with a cough. "What's in this?"

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"Tuna," she shrugged. "Carrots. Some spices."

Please don't ask her to name any of them. There had clearly been many involved.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade kept eating and only half because she was kind of scary with the tone. "It's certainly something."

Because it wasn't food.

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Well, Karla wasn't on the island anymore so clearly someone had to try accidentally poisoning people.

Isabelle just smiled and preened a bit, and said, "I try." Because it was easy to be smug after scaring people into faking agreement.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Well, he didn't want to get beaten to death with a shoe...

"Do you take classes or does this come to you just naturally?" he asked, poking through the bowl and looking for food bits.

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"I'm taking Doctor Lecter's class right now ––" And being a total disaster in it. "–– but I've liked cooking for a while now."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Well, you certainly put your own touch on it," Cade said.

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Such a nice way of putting it.

"Thank you," she said. "I just thought I'd get it out of my system now. I doubt I'll be cooking much on the trip."