Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel rummaged through the kitchen and came up with something that sort of resembled dinner, then she grabbed the remote and turned the TV to Iron Chef America. Bobby Flay, wild boar, and grilled watermelon? It looked interesting.

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[repeterpetrelli]

Peter followed the sound of a TV playing. "Hey. Mind company?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"It depends, am I going to have to wrestle you for the remote?" Isabel asked. "Because I'm not giving it up."

[repeterpetrelli]

"Nah, if I want a new channel I'll just look sad until you flip," Peter said. He took a seat on the couch.

[izzyalienqueen]

She gasped, horrified. "Oh no! Not the puppy eyes! Anything but that!"

[morpherboy]

"Is that the one where the power tools come out?" Marco asked as he came into the room.

[izzyalienqueen]

"No power tools," she said, shaking her head. "Just wooden skewers and very sharp knives."

[morpherboy]

"Aw. It's not really a food competition until the saws and drills get put into play. What poor animal are they killing today?" Marco paused. "Did I just say that?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"You did," Isabel told him. "And today they're showing us to serve wild boar. With grilled watermelon. I just don't get that part."