33 Apocalypse Ave, Thursday Evening

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After the meeting at the town hall, Ronan sat at his kitchen table, planning. "So I'm thinking water guns," he said. "And maybe balloons? But water guns probably mean better aim."

On the stove, he already had a pot of cocoa simmering, and the ingredients for chocolate pudding where out on the counter. Someone was taking the 'they can't handle taste' thing to heart, yes.

[Expecting one of the temporary roommates, but open for all, or for anyone else who'd be coming by!]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel was still tense as all hell but it felt good to finally have something concrete to do. Even if all that was at the moment was sitting at the table and bouncing ideas back and forth.

"So the fight to save the universe is going wind up being a carnival game?"

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"Hey, at this point I'm ready to try anything. We could attack them with hummus, even."

Ronan grinned -- well, maybe not grinned, but it was probably his first actual honest smile in a week. "I was thinking cupcakes, too. If I can remember how I used to delay the explosion."

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"I remember a story about someone defending the dorms with ramen noodles when snow monsters attacked my first semester here," Isabel replied with a small smile of her own. "Hummus would make a weird kind of sense."

"But exploding cupcakes? They don't. What is it? Sort of like IEDs except with buttercream?"

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Ronan stared at Isabel. "... You've never heard about the cupcakes? Haven't you wondered why I never actually bake anything?"

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"I never really thought about it," she admitted. "Some people just aren't bakers. But since I've obviously missed a story, do tell."

Distractions were a good thing.

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"Okay, so, there's this thing that I've never quite been able to explain," Ronan said. "Something to do with my wizardry, maybe. But nothing I bake ever turns out right.

"But even more than that, my cupcakes... Explode. Like, actually. Half-burned, half-raw, all over.Tue place. Just ask Anders, we seriously messed up a common room once."

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"You realize I want a demonstration now. I promise I'll help clean up the mess." As if Isabel hadn't already stress cleaned the kitchen a half a dozen times.

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Ronan snorted. "Funny, that's what Anders promised. And yeah, sure, we can do exploding cupcakes. Tonight?"

[comp is being dumb, replying from phone for a while, may be slow.]

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On one hand, Isabel wanted to go out and see if this whole food thing would work. On the other, she was stressed and tired and really did need to sleep for at least a little while before she fell over.

"Tonight. Cupcakes, sleep, and then tomorrow we go kick Auditor ass."

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"Cupcakes it is!" Ronan forced as much cheer as he could. "Anders and I actually pranked Umbridge with these," he explained, getting up and pulling out ingredients. "That was fun."

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"I can only imagine. Batter all over that uptight pink suit. Did you get the kitten plates as well?" The ever so creepy kitten plates.

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Ronan shrugged. "Don't actually know. We left the box for her overnight, with the cupcakes in a stasis spell set to break when she opened them. But I imagine she got... Well covered."

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Isabel closed her eyes and tried to remember Umbridge's office. She'd only been in it once, which was more then enough even if it did ultimately lead to her and Wyatt getting together, but the memory stuck.

It was something about the kitten plates watching every move she made.

"Oh yeah. You got her good then. Excellent."

[*yawns* Gonna sleep soonish.]