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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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Isabelle ate a few more spoonfuls of cereal, not looking too curious. Even if she was. A little.

"Like?"

For a second, Will contemplated saying nothing but Headmaster Rourke's parting words plus the rules from his father coalesced into a compromise in his head.

"Wendigo," he said which was both truthful and the tip of the freaking iceberg. Dave was probably going to frown at him but he wasn't breaking any Hierarchy rules that he knew of.

Isabelle raised her eyebrows, a little more genuinely curious now.

"The kind with cannibalism?"

Someone else recognized the word. Okay, maybe he was going to start actually believing Headmaster Rourke and his assertions that this place was similar to the Center in terms of the students.

"Soul feeder," he returned, remembering Coach Jericho's words. "It's never satisfied though."

And it'd taken Dave. He frowned.

"That's the myth," Isabelle replied lightly.

And where she was from, the myth was probably influenced by actual demonic activity, and also wasn't entirely accurate. But still. Yeah, she knew the word.

"Well. One of those," he said, matching her light tone with one of his own. "Didn't seem too mythical at the time."

Unless he was hallucinating all of this which...might be the case. He didn't trust anything right now.

"Oh, nothing ever does once it's in front of you," Isabelle replied easily, shrugging again, and swirling her remaining cereal around with her spoon. "That's because a lot of things aren't."

"Obviously."

He'd learned that lesson fast.

"You sound knowledgeable," Will remarked after he'd idly read the label on his orange juice carton. "Book worm?"

He didn't think so.

"But of course."

The amused look on her face perhaps suggested otherwise.

"Uh huh. Dunno why but I think you're lying," Will said, not really caring if she lied or not. "You don't have the classical book worm look anyway. It's not nice to lie to new kids."

Pfft, he really didn't care that much. It was better than he'd been treated in other schools.

Isabelle snorted and made a show of rolling her eyes.

"As if it matters! New kids don't believe half the stuff any old timers tell them in the first couple of weeks anyway."

Which was understandable, but kind of annoying.

"That's their fault and not mine," he said, pointing at himself as he spoke. "You still shouldn't lie. Aren't you supposed to be setting some shining example for everyone who's just getting their feet wet? Being a role model and such?"

Again, he wasn't being serious here. The tone was lazily amused and relaxed. It was a comfort to know he could still do that.

Isabelle made a dismissive pfffffff sound, and gestured at him with her spoon.

"Only to the one who was assigned to me," she pointed out. "And I'll have you know I have been an excellent role model to him."

She'd attacked him with a whip.

"And what is an excellent role model in your mind?" Will felt he had to ask now. "Because you sure don't look like Big Bird to me."

Sesame Street was timeless.

Maybe if you'd actually lived around pop culture.

If you happened to have lived your entire life in a former church with no TVs, you were much more likely to raise an eyebrow and look confused.

Like Isabelle.

"... What?"

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"...not a fan of Sesame Street, huh?" Well, obviously not. "It's an educational kid's show. They used puppets to keep kid's attention. Big Bird was a giant yellow bird. And one of the biggest role models I can remember for kids."

"Interesting."

It really did not sound that interesting. Nor like something she'd feel sorry about having missed.

"Well, I'm glad you don't think I resemble a giant yellow bird. I would've had to be offended, otherwise."

"It's classic."

Which didn't mean it was good but it'd still been something he'd liked to watch as a kid.

"But no, you don't resemble a giant yellow bird. Wouldn't wanna offend you, you might go read another book since you're such a book worm."

Of course she was. "Though, that'd be pretty dumb to take offense to. Really thin skinned and all."

"It wouldn't exactly be a compliment," Isabelle retorted. "And how many pretty girls have you met who like being called big birds?"

"I haven't exactly taken a pretty girl poll," Will quipped, shrugging. "There might be one or two out there. Unless you know everyone in the world, you can't rule it out."

But most girls probably didn't want to be compared to a big bird.

"And I probably will never take a pretty girl poll because that's a one way ticket to getting punched in the nose anyway."

"Or the throat."

Some girls were more imaginative than others. She also said that far too brightly.

This probably had something to do with why she'd beat up her fake little sib within a day of meeting him.

"You're right, it's much too dangerous."

"And I'd like to avoid any throat punching until at least my second month here."

Weird to think he might be there that long, though.

"But you seem excited at the prospect. That's...terrifying."

Not really but he could sound like he was appropriately terrified.

"No, I'm just very skilled," Isabelle replied easily. Although being terrified could also be a legitimate and appropriate reaction around her, sometimes. "I'm not going to punch you in the throat. Not unless you give me reason to."

"Not really something I'm looking to do," he said, waving a hand in the air. "So, not something I'm really worried about either, no matter how terrifying you might be."

She ranked pretty low right now but he also didn't know her. "Very skilled, though? The cooking just a subsection of that skill set?"

"Oh, it's a very minor subsection." In fact, some would have gone so far as to say it wasn't a skill she possessed at all! "My main areas of interest are elsewhere."

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