[For Nick] Islandversary.

[callofkaren]

Give or take a day, Karen had officially arrived on the island a year ago after braving a bat in the office with Angela. And they'd had another giant bat to deal with a few days ago, which kinda just made everything come full circle in a creepy, almost terrifying kind of way. (Honestly, first giant moths, then giant bats, what was next, giant

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[formerfratboy]

Nick was terribly amused by Karen's note. He was mostly amused by the clothing prohibition, but in an effort to make Karen proud, he'd pulled the nicest stuff he could get out of the clothes box, even if the current fashion theme did seem to run somewhere along the lines of Animal Planet Jungle Explorer-chic. No ratty baseball hats, but Karen would have to ... really like khaki, he decided.

He heard a knock at his door (over the buzz of that hideous neon sign of Greg's) and sprang up from his position of lounging on his bed, going to swing it open. "Hey," he said, looking at Karen, a smile spreading across his face. Damn, she was pretty. She was always pretty. Even when she was kicking his ass at video games, she was freaking pretty. And she was standing at his door with a bag of stuff and -- okay, back to earth, Nick, nothing works when you're having a conversation in your head. "Got your note."

[callofkaren]

"I can see that," Karen said, looking Nick up and down appraisingly - the khaki was forgivable, considering how long it took her to find a dress that wasn't. Finally she nodded, biting back a grin of her own.

She felt a little silly standing there, but this was just a little different than any other day they'd hang out.

"Uh, here," she said, picking the bag up and holding it to Nick. "I figured, Islandversary, gift, and I know how much the rec room pretty much hates you, so."

[formerfratboy]

"Thanks," Nick said, taking the bag in his hand. "I've got something for you, too," he said, gesturing back at the room.

He stopped and laughed, realizing that probably sounded more suggestive than really intended, but Nick was no stranger to putting his foot in his mouth.

"Come on in," Nick said, swinging the door open for her. He set the bag on the bed, then opened the drawer to his nightstand, pulling out ...

A mango. With a candle in it.

"Happy islandversary," he said with a grin, presenting the mango to her.

[callofkaren]

Karen blinked at the mango for a moment before breaking into laughter, and she set the cupcakes down before taking it in both hands. "My own flaming mango," she said, and tilted her head up to look at Nick. "Thanks."