JGoB, Saturday morning

[izzyalienqueen]

Not knowing what to expect from a Fandom weekend, Isabel and Wyatt had left Victoria back in Roswell with her grandparents. Isabel probably should have taken advantage of being child-free and slept in while enjoying early morning snuggles with her husband, but excitement and a craving for baked goods had her up and about early

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[mparkerceo]

If she was going to have to deal with Fandom again, she was going to do so caffeinated, damnit.

"Grande. With whipped cream. And one of the cinnamon muffins."

Well, at least someone she was happy to see was here. "Isabel. Wyatt. Did everyone know about this weekend but me?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Maybe? Or maybe we're the weird ones," Isabel shrugged. "But we're here and the genders we're supposed to be." The could be worse was left unsaid. No need to tempt the island.

[mparkerceo]

"Of course you might not be the Isabel I know," Parker said, only half-kidding. "Thoughts on tabasco? Chocolate? New Mexico? Evil demons?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Best condiment ever. Best food ever. Bel is the only one I like," she listed off.

[mparkerceo]

"Close enough for Portalocity work," Parker said, smirking. "Did you bring my goddaughter with you? Can I spoil her s'more while I'm here? Oh, is Bel here to torment, tell me he's here to torment!"