Room 406, Late Saturday Evening

[izzyalienqueen]

For a Saturday the day had been busy. After the trip to the pet store and then spending the afternoon and early part of the evening baking cupcakes and doing some (okay, a lot) of campaigning in the common room, Isabel was glad to get back to the quiet of her room. She was even happier when Annie woke up and and started to bat at the bit of

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[like_a_sponge]

Greg finally pried himself away from his labwork and made his way up to Isabel's room. He tentatively tapped on her door.

[izzyalienqueen]

"It's open," she called.

[like_a_sponge]

Greg poked his head in. "Hey, swee - kitty!"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Annie," Isabel smiled. "I met her this morning and somehow she wound up coming home with me. Come on over and say hello."

[like_a_sponge]

"I can do that," he replied. "And I'll come up with other stuff, too. Just wait."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Just keep in mind, the election is in three days," she reminded him. "But whatever you do, don't make snickerdoodles. There's an odd rumor that goes around campus that says they're made out of people."

[like_a_sponge]

"Aren't they?" Greg asked seriously.

[izzyalienqueen]

"Not according to any receipe I've ever used," Isabel said, raising her eyebrow. "Do you know something different? What really is in cream of tartar?"