fandomtownies | Pizza Planet, April 9

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Isabel knew Michael was working. There was no way she was passing this up.

Trying to look casual, she walked into the restaurant.

He glanced up, but didn't register the guy as anything more than a possible new person.

"Hey. Take a seat."

"Can I see a menu first?" Isabel asked. "I want to make sure you have stuff that I like."

"Sure thing."

He produced a menu from under the counter and handed it over.

She took the menu, briefly looked it over then closed it. "I don't see it. Maybe you can make it special? I'm looking for something really spicy. But sweet at the same time."

That got him a sharp look, quickly suppressed.

"Yeah, I can do that. Any kind of sweet?"

"Chocolate please."

But she didn't want to freak him out too badly, so Isabel figured it was time to stop the teasing. "It's just me, Michael."

He eyed her.

"Which me?"

"The one that's already working on her Christmas shopping," Isabel answered.

"...fucking Fandom. This is a Fandom thing, right?"

"No. It's an alien thing. It's what'll happen when you get older," she said, biting the inside of her lip to keep from laughing. "Think of it as a weird form of PMS."

He threw a balled-up napkin at her head.

"Guys don't get PMS. Guess it's just you."

A wave of her hand sent it right back at him.

"Not just me. A lot of the girls on the island." At least that's what Isabel thought given the number of strange guys in class. "Fandom weirdness. Gotta love it."

At least now she was able to laugh about it.

And he flicked it back again.

"A lot? Not all? Huh."

They'd never make Wimbledon, but this was entertaining.

"No, there were a few girls still themselves in class," Isabel explained. "The weirdness is random. I mean, last year, when everyone turned into kids? I didn't."

"Wonder how it picks out who to hit? Unless it's really random."

"My money's on a magical island random number generator."

She was mostly kidding.

"Wouldn't be surprised."

"No. Me neither," Isabel agreed. "Anyway, I'll get out of your hair. I need to go back and get ready to go out tonight. Which is probably going to be a lot easier then I'm used to."

"Yeah, it pretty much is. Where're you going?"

"Just dinner with Wyatt," Isabel replied. "It was six months ago tonight that I walked into the clinic and told him that I wanted to figure out what was going between us."

She smiled wryly and shrugged. "Of course I think our evening will be just a little quieter then normal."

Robin really wanted to try a tex mex pizza. This was why he came in you see. Logical no?

Very logical. Michael appeared from somewhere and nodded to him.

"Ready to order?"

"Yup! I'd like to try a small, very small, tex mex pizza please."

"Small Tex Mex it is."

He disappeared back towards the ovens.

"So, was that you in the common room when we were kids?"

"...if you were the tadpole, yeah", he called back. "Guessing it probably was."

"That was me. Not too many other tadpoles would wander that far from home."

"Not many other tadpoles could get out of the water, either."

"That's true." Robin nodded. "But even those that can, rarely leave the swamp."

"...swamp? Not a pond?"

"Some live in ponds." Robin said. "I just defaulted to swamp cause that's where I grew up."

When his mun feels better and pings in.

Tom was whistling as he cleaned the store and restocked everything.

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