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Third Floor Common Room, Late Saturday Morning

There was oatmeal on the counter in the common room, and it looked fine. Just perfectly normal, as oatmeal should. You shouldn't be fooled, though. Isabelle had experimented with some spices there – you know, to just make it better, just in general, as you do when you're an enthusiastic amateur cook – and the end result, well, it wasn't great. At all.

As usual.

Isabelle herself was on a couch, using her phone to check out potential ideas for what she might want to do for her upcoming birthday.

Oh, and she was having cereal. Maybe that should have been a warning sign about the oatmeal.

[ooc: Open! It is never too early or late to meet Izzy or find out she can't cook. Also, entertain me. ... Now in the right place.]

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Even if he didn't have to, Will had been up for several hours already. It was hard to break a habit and with him now being constantly on guard, he tended to sleep lightly so even the slightest noise woke him up.

That's what had sent him out earlier for a jog around the island several times just to get the blood flowing. And that's what brought him up one floor after he'd gotten back and showered.

"Morning," he said easily, giving her a brief wave. "Wasn't sure if anyone else would be awake just yet. Saturday and all."

"I've been awake for hours," Isabelle replied, dismissively. Dismissve towards the idea of sleeping in, mind. Her training went against sleeping in even during the weekend. She looked up, offered him a lazy little wave back with her spoon. "Not all of us are lazy."

"It was a generalization anyway," Will replied, making his way over to the fridge. He wasn't very hungry (probably a good thing) but he was thirsty so time to hunt for some juice. "I know everyone's not lazy. You get more stuff done if you're not."

More time in the day and all.

"Mmm." Well, Isabelle had already been down to the gym today, so she couldn't argue with that. "You don't want any oatmeal?"

Don't want the oatmeal, Will. Just don't.

"I'm not all that hungry," he said, pulling a carton of orange juice out and opening it up. With one hip against the closed door of the fridge, he took a look over at the oatmeal.

"You make it?" he asked, glancing over. "Nice of you."

Isabelle preened. "Thank you, I thought so too." So very humble, she was. "Yes, I did make it. Sharing is caring, right? I do little of the latter but if the former is a way to do it..."

"Maybe I'll take some back with me to my room," he decided, gulping down about half to the container of orange juice. "I just went for a run so I'm not really feeling food right now."

He'd be feeling it less if he actually remembered to take some oatmeal to eat later. Hopefully the weird genetics thing would give him a hand there.

"Thanks for caring, I guess," he quipped, making his way over to the couches not that he'd successfully avoided the oatmeal for now. "I'll be sure to pay it forward."

Isabelle watched him move, and shrugged idly. "Well, I guess that's a thing to do." It didn't really concern her. "Someone's bound to appreciate it."

"Probably. It looks miles better than some of the noodle dishes I've seen people eat," he replied, shrugging and dropping down onto a chair with a sigh. "I appreciate the gesture, though, even if I'm not eating it now."

And would never eat it, if he was lucky. "I'm Will. I live downstairs. I'm new. Just to get that all out of the way since all I've been doing this past week is introductions."

Isabelle looked amused. So, he was doing okay in this interaction, probably.

"Isabelle," she replied. "I live on this floor, and I'm so not new that I even visited almost a year before I enrolled here. Hi."

"Hi."

He nodded over at her.

"This is one of the few places -- " Bit of an exaggeration since there were a lot of places he'd never lived. " -- in one of the few states that I've never lived in. Didn't even know it existed before last week. The beach is cool, though."

He missed the Ojai Valley and its mountains but this wasn't bad at all.

"Haven't really been yet," Isabelle offered with a shrug. "But beaches aren't really my thing."

Because they weren't really demons' thing, either. In New York, anyway.

"You've moved around a lot?"

"Mmm hmm."

He nodded again and went about finishing the orange juice that he'd found. Will made a mental note to buy a few things of OJ so he'd have some for later.

"Pretty transient family," he added. "I was in Wisconsin until I got here. Before that, the Ojai Valley."

"And that's in...?"

Isabelle and geography of the parts of the US that didn't have major Institutes were not great friends.

"Oh, California," he clarified. "Sorry. It's about fifteen miles from the coast. Not a big place."

Which made it easy to hide in, apparently. He didn't really get the choices his parents had made.

"Ended up in Wisconsin for school. Ended up here for...school." And other stuff.

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