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he’s staring at the camera, frowning slightly. truth booth roulette was quite the experience. now he’s gone, off to the honeymoon suite with one of the few people he’s barely spoken to and away from his friends -- from trina.
he sighs, looking at the camera, “i didn’t see this coming.”
“alright, we need to do something besides get stupid drunk. because i’m pretty sure some of us are reaching the point of angry drunk and no one wants that.”
With a bored sigh, she peers over the tops of her sunglasses, over at the person occupying the lounge beside her. “ --- any predictions for THIS WEEK’S DRAMATICS ?? Things are really heating up now -- there’s bound to be SOME big blowup !!”
❛ this is like that movie where they’re all trapped in some elusive cabin & everyone who hooks up ends up dying a really freaky, gory death — ‘cept instead of dying, they go to the truth booth. ❛
summary: while izzy is trying to avoid all the guys in the house by baking in the middle of the night, simon finds her and stops her from giving all of their housemates food poisoning. in the end, they end up having a food fight and kissing while baking, just like a married couple. ( fair warning that we did headcanon the rest of this ).
Izzy had been trying to get her thoughts in order about everything happening in those first few days. The best way she knew to make that happen was cooking -- hiding in the kitchen and making food for the people she cares about. That is what she was doing that quiet night, recipes book spread all over the kitchen counter as she tried baking a cake.
Simon had made his way to the kitchen to get a late night snack, not entirely expecting anyone to be up at this point. Though he doubted there was a time when everyone was sleeping. Seeing Isabelle cooking he gets closer to inspect what she's doing & realizes he can't tell what she's making. "What are you making that needs that much salt?"
Izzy was so focused on the recipe that she did not even realize someone bursting into the kitchen. That was it, until Simon talked to her. However, instead of greeting like the polite person she thought she was, Isabelle found herself glancing at him with wide open eyes. "Salt? No, this is sugar. I am making a cake!" she exclaimed, showing him the bowl before taking a deep breath.
Simon glances at the ingredients again rubbing his eyes & sniffing the air. "Are you sure ? It smells pretty salty, Izzy. Where did you get it from?" While he admires her clear enthusiasm for the project, there may be some rescuing that needs to be done before it goes totally awry.
Izzy takes down a deep breath, putting the bowl away so that she can taste the sugar. Dropping some in her mouth, the girl licks it before shaking her head. Simon had been right, she has been pouring salt on her cake. God, she cannot even bake anymore. "Damn it", she mumbles, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I am a disaster."
Simon watches as she takes a taste of what's in the bowl & almost feels bad for pointing it out now. He reaches his hand out to touch her shoulder, giving it a rub with his hand. " Hey now, you're not a disaster, okay ? We all make mistakes. You should have seen the time I burnt the potato pancakes for Hanukkah." He grins softly at the memory. "How about we start a new cake together?"
Izzy cannot help but relax a bit when she feels Simon's hand rubbing her shoulder. Sighing, the girl allows her gaze to focus on him. "I actually am a disaster, but thank you for lying to make me feel better. What do potato pancakes taste like? I have never had any", she replies, trying not to focus on her failed attempt at baking. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan. It goes against my plan, but it does work."
Simon is glad to see when she seems to lighten up a bit about the mistake. He didn't want her to be so hard on herself. "I'm sure you're not. --- Potato pancakes ? Or well, usually they're called latkes. It depends on how you make them but they are basically how they sound. I like to add ketchup, though I'm /fairly/ sure that's not traditional." He starts to put away the salt so they can start over. "What kind of cake are we making?"
Izzy can feel her lips curling up in a soft smile at his words. "Hey, I kinda am. But it is okay -- I am the prettiest disaster the world has ever seen", she jokes, chuckling before paying attention to his story. "Potato pancakes sound like they would have the same taste as mashed potatoes so I am pretty sure adding ketchup is not common", the girl jokes, watching as he puts the salt away. There goes her plan of continuing to avoid the guys she has been growing fond of. "I was going for red velvet."
Simon: "That sounds like the lyrics to a song. I should write that one down." He smirks, nudging her despite being half-serious about this. "They are somewhere between mashed potatoes & hash browns. Usually people go for garlic or sour cream. But I'm clearly a rebel." He's not much of a cook, but he's sure they can improve working together. "Red velvet sounds delicious. Cream cheese frosting?"
Izzy smirks, holding her chin up proudly. "Just don't forget to credit me. And when you get a Grammy, say my name", she jokes, chuckling. "Mashed potatoes and hash browns? Well, they sure /sound/ good. Eating them with ketchup sounds like something Max would do. Max is my brother. He puts ketchup on everything. Even mac and cheese", she rambles, smiling at the memory of her baby brother. "Are you sure red velvet with cream cheese frosting is not too lame for your rebellious self?"
Simon "You'll be on the list --- You have my word." He smiles as she plays along with his teasing. Reminded again why he couldn't stop complimenting her own smile the last time they spoke. "How good they are depends on who makes them --- my sister, Becky, seems to have that figured out. Your brother is one of those ketchup lovers ? I can't say I'm /that/ much of a ketchup fiend." Somehow by her words he gets a sense of great care when it comes to her family members. He's quite the same way. Looking over to the cookbook he sees the ingredients for the red velvet cake. "Fair point --- what other kind of frosting would you suggest?"
Izzy smiles silently before walking closer to him so she can take a look at the ingredients. "Well, tell her to send me a recipe when we get out. Maybe I will get the hang of it and try some. I have a feeling Max would love them. And yeah, he is a ketchup guy. He loves it a little bit too much. Once, I caught him eating doritos with ketchup. But then again, he is one of a kind", she replies, nudging him playfully before walking towards the cabinets to see what she could find -- searching for something interesting to make frosting. "We could do white chocolate frosting, if I can find some."
Simon didn't want to ask if she'd be making these pancakes alone because it would be rude to assume her cooking mistakes were a frequent thing. "I'll have her send it right over! Ketchup on doritos? I wish I could say I haven't tried weirder things. When I was little I would make a lot of strange sandwiches --- like yogurt & potato chips --- with my best friend." He shakes his head at the thought because wouldn't touch those kind of things with a pole now. He starts to help gather ingredients together from around the kitchen. "Mmm --- now that you say it that sounds pretty good."
Izzy could not wait to get back home and cook something new for Max, especially considering he would now be her only victim left. "Thank you. Yeah, ketchup on doritos. Yogurt and potato chips? That sounds incredibly gross. But hey, at least you guys had fun experimenting. That's what being little is all about", she pointed out, letting out a chuckle. Gathering some ingredients herself, she smiled proudly once she found some white chocolate. "See? You were right, I am not such a disaster after all. I am quite brilliant, if I might say so myself", the girl joked, walking towards him.
Simon couldn't help but grin, whenever anyone gave a little piece of themselves about their homes he felt privileged to a personal moment. A window to Izzy's world. "Experimenting because we were clearly looking to make the next greatest food invention. Though I'm pretty sure I also tried to eat grass as a kid." He shrugs, as though this is something normal for a child to do. Which it was. " I knew you were brilliant. It shows." He pulls down some actual sugar & some of the bag puffs in his face.
Izzy could not help but laugh loudly when he said he ate grass as a kid. She liked talking to Simon, he made her forget about her problems and made her smile -- which was not the most common of things (especially not combined). "Max would absolutely love you. But grass? Really? Out of all the weird things in the world. Well, I guess at least you didn't try to eat rocks or lick the sidewalk", she teased, lips curling up in a smile. "I mean, I am pretty sure I ate glue and sand before, but-- grass? Never", the girl added. When he said he knew she was brilliant, she felt her cheeks burning red for an instant. Looking up to reply, the girl realized his face was covered in sugar, smirking once more. "You look like a ghost."
Simon finds her laughter to be somewhat contagious, a chuckle leaving his own lips as they recall the past. "Hey, glue isn't any better than grass! I thought that it would taste good. Like salad or something. But no definitely no sidewalk licking --- especially no /New York/ side walk licking." He makes a face as he thinks about all the gum & other mysterious things that cover the streets of the city. One that he feels nostalgic for briefly in that moment. He sputters, wiping the sugar off his glasses & face. "I'm am the ghost of cake's past here to tell you how to make the cake of the future."
Izzy smiles amused when the boy's chuckle echoes in her ears, making a mental note that it is an enjoyable sound. "Hey, glue is completely acceptable. Grass? Grass is just weird. What were you trying to be, a sheep?", she inquires, giggling before running her fingers through his hair. "Yeah, you would make amazing wool", the girl adds. "Oh, yeah, New York sidewalk licking would not only be gross, but actually dangerous", Izzy comments, looking down to the cake before nudging him once more. "You don't look very ghostly anymore."
Simon continues to laugh at this point, enjoying the light-heartedness of their conversation in contrast to the series weight of what the show brought. "A dinosaur actually --- I might have watched Land Before Time a little too much & wanted to be a plant-eater." He remembers the image vividly & his father scolding him for it after. To think he actually missed being /scolded/ by his father of all things. He grins wider when her hand runs through his hair. "I don't?" He takes off his glasses to rub them off on his shirt.
Izzy enjoys how easy it is to talk to him. At this point, she is not really certain if they are perfect matches, but she likes having a friend -- someone she can go to if things in the house get too dramatic ( and she has a feeling they will ). "Everyone watched Land Before Time a little too much. You would be a cute dinosaur though", she jokes, shaking her head before taking a deep breath. "No, you do not." Her eyes then fall on the flour, a devilish smile blossoming in ruby lips. Grabbing a handful of flour, she tosses it on the top of his head. "Fixed it."
Simon figures at this point there are going to have to be more cooking nights --- should they ever get the chance to. He had no idea still how often time would be given for any sort of activities that weren't set in place by the production. "Or maybe everyone /should/ have watched it too much. I lost track of how many sequels there were. What kind of dinosaur would I be?" They have most of the ingredients out now & he watches her response carefully, seeing her hand dip into the flour almost at slow motion speed. "Hey!" He ducks his head, too late to move away from the splatter. Dipping his own fingers in the flour, he looks back at her seriously. "You know what other childhood movie I liked?" He pressed the flour-coated fingers to her forehead and smears it across. "The Lion King."
Izzy cannot help but picture the two of them cooking like this every week. Even if they are not perfect matches, or even a romantic duo for all that matters, it is still fun to have a friend in the house. "You would probably be one of those triceratops. I know that's not the answer you wanted though so T-Rex, definitely", she jokes, chuckling softly. The girl then watches his every move carefully, knowing he would probably try to get back at her. However, as she titles her head to hear him talk about the movie, she does not see it coming until it is too late. Closing her eyes, Izzy laughs before playfully nudging him. "You little Triceratops!!" she exclaims, quickly grabbing an egg and cracking it open on his shoulder.
Simon could definitely use more interactions like this one. He felt at ease around Izzy, as if he had known her for a longer period of time. "How do you know I wouldn't want to be a triceratops? I think all the dinosaurs are pretty bad ass. I could see you as a pterodactyl, though." He awaits her reaction after he smears the flour over her head, it was exactly the kind of reaction he expected. That was until the egg came crashing down on his shoulder. "Aaagh!" He lets out a noise, putting his hand into the egg goo & turning to wipe some off on her arm.
Izzy "Pterodactyl?" she repeats, raising an eyebrow before sitting on top of the kitchen counter and then standing on her knees -- moving her arms as if pretending to have wings. After a minute, she realizes she probably looks like a dork so she is sitting once again. "Okay, that was lame. Let's hope that they don't air that or my brothers will never let me forget. But if I am a pterodactyl and you're a triceratops, then that means we would never meet", she whispers, smiling softly as her feet go back to the floor. Honestly, Isabelle curses under her breath that she did not see a food fight coming -- that is the biggest cliche ever and yet, there they were. Holding up her arms, the girl feels her stomach hurt from all the laughter. "Okay, okay, I surrender", she screams.
Simon he nods to her question. "Definitely a pterodactyl." He confirms this after she has done her wing flapping & laughter falls from his lips. Cheeks hurting from smiling. "I don't know it was kind of adorable --- " he admired that she felt able to be goofy around him without shame. He knows he had no shame in his own dorky mannerisms. "I thought you said you've seen land before time? They were definitely part of the same crew." When she surrenders in the food battle he sticks out his egg covered hand towards her. "Fine, we can call it a truce."
Izzy chuckles softly when he confirms she's a pterodactyl, her cheeks burning red because of just how silly she feels. That's it, until he says it was kind of adorable. "Adorable?" she repeats, raising an eyebrow. Adorable is yet another adjective that goes under the list of "things she had never been called before ayto". "Yes, I have. But I also have studied the actual dinosaur history and if we are going to be historically accurate, we never would have met. Though I always preferred land before time's version", the brunette jokes. When he sticks out his egg covered hand, she makes a disgusted face. "Nope, I am not shaking that."
Simon "Definitely adorable," he confirms. Though he's not sure why saying this brings somewhat of a flushed feeling to his face. He had never been so forward with flirting as he was in the house. Perhaps it was knowing that one of these girls was his so called perfect match that made him feel as though this kind of chance didn't come often for most people & that he should take those chances he normally wouldn't. "Hmm, we'll stick with the land before time version in that case --- because here we are: triceratops & pterodactyl." He laughs again when she refuses the hand. "Hmmm will you accept a kiss instead, then?"
Izzy shakes her head, almost as if denying that she is adorable, mostly because she does not see herself like that -- though a smirk never leaves ruby lips. "Pterodactyl and triceratops", she repeats, the words rolling out of her tongue slowly. "That has a nice ring to it", the brunette adds, playfully poking his nose. When he asks if she will accept a kiss, Izzy finds herself at a loss of words. Part of her knows she probably shouldn't ( after all, she has been avoiding guys so that she is not going to get attached ). But as the loud and raced beats of her heart reach her ears, she knows it's too late for that. Nodding, the girl closes the distance between them before pressing her lips to his.
