Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was pretty much back to her usual strength and health by now. The scarring at her throat had almost entirely blended into her skin, and in a few more days it would be entirely gone. So, physically, she was feeling pretty good.

But the inside of her head was a slightly different story. So she was dealing with it by getting breakfast delivered from J,GoB. She... had not asked for as many boxes of all manner of glazed donuts as they delivered, but she couldn't say she exactly minded it a whole lot. She was feeling charitable enough to share.

She opened one of the boxes on the counter and peered at the selection. Picking one might actually take a while.

[oo: Open common room! Come mod your donuts.]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick was actually surprised to see Isabelle in the common room. Well, he was more surprised that she was still on the island, actually.

"You cooking?" He couldn't see the donut boxes just yet.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle glanced back over her shoulder. "No, I'm choosing."

There were like a dozen donuts in this box alone, and all different.

[flickofthewrist]

"Choosing what?" he asked, sidling closer and peering down over her shoulder. "That's a lot of donuts. You hungry?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged a shoulder – the one he wasn't currently hovering over. "It's morning, and I haven't had breakfast yet. But no, before you ask, I'm not intending to eat all of these myself."

[flickofthewrist]

"Do you think you could eat all of them if you were that hungry?" he wondered. "Is your metabolism that good?"

[seveninchmotto]

She looked over the donuts with a critical eye.

"I could probably eat one box. But not all of them, by any means."

[flickofthewrist]

"I could probably manage two boxes if I was really hungry," Flick said, rubbing his chin. "I'd feel like barfing afterward but I could do it."

[seveninchmotto]

"That's the difference between us, I wouldn't ever eat until I felt like barfing." Except with some of her own dishes, but that was more of a quality than a quantity issue. Sigh. "I guess I have better limits."

[flickofthewrist]

"It's a leftover habit from when I slept on park benches and in alleys," explained Flick, shrugging. "When I got food, I ate it so I didn't waste it."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, please don't indulge in these donuts so much that you'll barf," Isabelle told him. "You have a room and fridges and money."

[flickofthewrist]

"I don't do that anymore," Flick told her dryly, reaching over her shoulder and plucking up a donut. "I eat in moderation. Wouldn't want to let my figure go to waste."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle leaned in and kissed him on the cheek since his leaning kind of made that a tiny bit easier. "Smart move."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick smiled at her and chewed before he said anything else. "How are you feeling?"

His eyes went down to her neck to check on the scarring there.

[seveninchmotto]

There wasn't too much there, anymore. In fact, it was faded enough that a lot of other people wuldn't have even noticed it without getting it pointed out first.

"I'm okay," she said. "I've been resting."

[flickofthewrist]

"Good girl," he said, giving her a little smile. "When are you heading back to New York?"

[seveninchmotto]

She shrugged again, noncommittal. "Maybe later today, maybe tomorrow. There haven't been any developments back home that would really need my urgent attention."

Or if there were, at least no one had told her about them.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick kissed the side of her head before finishing one of the donuts.

"If it's tomorrow, let me know, okay?" Flick requested. "I'd like to spend the night with you if you've got another night here."

[seveninchmotto]

"Aww," Isabelle said with a smile, to tease him. "You want to cuddle up and read me bedtime stories?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes, that is exactly what I want to do," he said, nodding. "Cuddling, reading, maybe rubbing your neck until you fall gently into dreamland."

[seveninchmotto]

"How absolutely adorable of you," Isabelle told him. "I might actually have to stay for the night for that."

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, it's me," he said, shrugging and smiling. "I am often an adorable person."

[seveninchmotto]

"Sometimes you are," she agreed easily, finally picking a donut for herself. It had pink icing. "Though not as adorable as I am,but don't be too sad about that because very few people are."

[flickofthewrist]

"Very few people?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who would be more adorable than you?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged.

"I don't know," she said. "I'm just leaving some room, in case anyone like that turns up."

[flickofthewrist]

"I think I'm about on par with you as far as adorableness goes," Flick decided. "I'm right on your level, baby."