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Parker was waiting in the steam room for Sven to get done with his last appointment, almost dozing.

Limp and oozing after quality time with Sven, Isabel staggered into the steam room and took a seat.

Parker opened her eyes to slits, then smiled lazily. "Relaaaxed?"

"I love that man," she sighed, taking a long drink of water.

Parker chuckled, and closed her eyes again. "So much. So very much. The last of my post-graduation tension should be gone after he's done." She sighed and asked, "So, how are the workshops so far?"

"Three of them on one day. The joy of picking out of hat," Isabel told her. "Well except for Josh's one, How to Deal With Stupid People. But my other three were random. And they're very interesting."

"I'm guessing 'shoot them in the kneecaps' isn't on his syllabus," Parker said, smirking a little, then settling back against the bench again. "What are the other three? And which days do you have these?"

"Well that's just it, three of my four are on Mondays. There's Stupid People, Treasure Hunting with who I'm assuming is a different, older version of Vala Mal Doran, and god help me...Sex Ed. With GOB." Ever so gently, Isabel headwalled.

"Hunh. Sounds like her. How's she doing?" Parker asked, curious. Then snickered. "You didn't even check to see who was teaching it? After Becky last year? Isabel! Seriously."

"She seemed nice enough, and the class looks interesting. Although I'm sort of reminded of History of Art for some reason," Isabel shrugged. "I didn't check. I just put all the course numbers in a hat and picked. I just didn't think really care what I picked. It's not like it matters."

"That class was a trip," Parker remembered. "Although that Autolychus guy was a little-- yeah." She shooker her head, then opened her eyes finally. "It may not matter for your transcripts, but it matters."

"I suppose, I mean they'll still be fun but we both know they're not going to have any great bearing on the rest of my life," she pointed out. "My last one if Flight on Friday with Anakin. Considering I've never flown anything in my life? This should be interesting."

"But he's a good teacher, from everything I've heard. And you never know when or how that'll come in handy," Parker pointed out. How the hell to address the fatalism, without criticizing her... "What are you going to do if you *have* to stay here, come August? If Michael and Max come back?"

"Come August I don't know," Isabel shrugged. "I'll come back here, but I think it'll be more because I couldn't make contact with them then them coming back. In which case I'll just have to keep looking for a way."

Parker sighed, and cursed, Max, Michael, Khivar, and that stupid rift for the dozenth time for leaving Isabel so suspended and at loose ends. "Well, keep in mind I'm going to be on the alumni network. I want a proper good-bye if you're leaving the planet again, okay? And I'm going to be getting a livejournal so you guys can keep track of what I'm doing and talk to me easier while I'm at Oxford." She shook her head. "I want a chance to talk you out of going back, or getting you support, if the next time happens."

"You'll get a call, I promise," Isabel said. "And I will read your journal faithfully and leave comments on every post." She was pretty sure Parker knew she wouldn't be able to talk her out of anything, but still the thought was appreciated.

"So I wound up teaching Cedric how to play slapjack last night."

"He'd never played?" Parker looked surrprised, then said, "Oh, right, wizard world. I forgot."

"Exactly. The laptop battery was dead so I was playing old fashioned solitare," Isabel explained. "With an actual deck of cards. Then there was slapjack and eventually a game of 52 pick-up."

Parker snickered. "I don't think I've played anything like that since I was ten. I'm glad you guys entertained yourselves, though. And! I checked out who won ANTM last night, at the website. Not the one I wanted to win, but, what can you do."

"It was amusing, and I think he needed it. Especially with Sam leaving yesterday," she said quietly.

Isabel took another drink of water and snorted. "Throw things at the TV would have been my choice."

"Yeah," Parker said quietly. "I think the road trip will be good for her. Less reminders away from here." She smiled slightly. "Maybe you can take Cedric on one in your shiny new car, in a weekend or two."

"I'll do that," she nodded. "I told him I was going to take him to a water park."

Parker chortled. "Awww, now I wish I were going to be here for that. First time at a waterpark, come on! Maybe we can do it again around Fourth of July, if I'm here?"

Isabel blinked picturing Parker at a water park. "Really?"

"Well, maybe not." Parker grinned again, checking the clock. "But the beach, at least. Maybe I can even get here over the 4th, though that's probably a stretch."

"We'll see what happens. At some point I might actually be road tripping to New York for pizza," Isabel told her. "Peter Petrelli said he'd spring for pizza."

"Oooo, the Fourth Peter is mentioned again. Hmmmm?" Parker looked gleeful. "Pizza in New York. Loooong way to drive, Isabel."

"Shut up Parker," Isabel said, rolling her eyes. "He's a friend."

Parker smirked a little, and said, "Shutting up. But keep in mind, most of my boyfriends started out as friends."

"Lalalalalala," she sang, covering her ears.

"So how'd it go with Jarod last night?"

"Fine," Parker said with equanimity, then started chortling. And couldn't stop enough to talk for several minutes.

One eyebrow raised. "Spill."

Parker finally got her breath back after a minute, and said, "I am *so* sad I didn't get a recording for you, and was too amused to take a photo. Jarod got up to sing. He can sing. It's not his best thing, but he can do it." She grinned wickedly. "The song was 'You Can Leave Your Hat On.'"

More snickering.

It took Isabel a moment to place the song. "Did he?" she laughed.

"Yup!" Parker was giggling again. "Got his shirt and his undershirt off *without* taking off the hat, too! Boy has skills, let me tell ya."

"Oh man," Isabel grumbled, "I would have loved to see that. I'm going to have to go and ask for a repeat performance."

"Please get photos or video if you do," Parker said, getting her breath back. "I would keep you in chocolate for the rest of your natural life if you did, I swear."

Isabel pretended to think about it. "Okay, I promise."

"SCORE!" Parker yelled, startling two of the other customers relaxing against the steps.

"Don't mind her," Isabel laughed shaking her head. "She's been promised pictures of half naked hottie."

Parker gave them a thumb's up, and the other women snickered. "So, yeah. We're still going to talk a lot. The time difference between here and Moscow is eight hours, so expect e-mails from me at weird hours of the day and night."

"No worries, it's not like I sleep a lot. I'll be checking email first thing in the morning," she promised.

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