fandomhigh | Library, 11/28

The library is closed for lunch. If you knock and ask nicely Isabel might share her Lo Mein from Ching Tai with you.

Sure, the door was closed, but - as Izzy had said - the rules didn't apply to him. So Jack knocked, then leaned against the wall while he waited, a large brown paper wrapped package held behind his back. It was definitely getting colder. If this kept up, he'd have to break out his coat.

Takeout container in hand, Isabel opened the door, smiling brightly when she saw who it was. "Hi! Want some lunch?"

"Only if I can come in and eat with you," he told her, smiling back just as brightly. "In fact, you don't even have to feed me, just let me bask in your presence for awhile." He was careful to keep the package behind his back as he slipped through the door.

"Of course you can," she said, leading the way into the library. Isabel placed the container on the table and disappeared into the backroom, returning a minute later with an extra plate, a fork and a pair of chopsticks. "Here, help yourself!"

Jack set the package down on the floor and snagged the chopsticks, twirling one before pulling a spare chair up to the table. "You're way too good to me, Izzy," he said as he transferred Lo Mein to his plate. But just a bit, because he wasn't going to steal all her lunch.

"Eat more," Isabel insisted. She pushed another container over to him. "There's dumplings in here as well. There's no way I can eat all of this. And what's in the package?" she asked casually.

"Okay." Helping himself to dumplings, Jack grinned at her. "What package?" he asked, then popped one in his mouth.

Isabel snickered. "The one you were trying to be oh-so-subtle about carrying in here."

"Oh that package," he said in the tones of one who's found sudden enlightenment, and continued eating, offering no explanation.

"Yes that package! Did you do your Christmas shopping online?" she asked. "I did a bunch of it. I'm expecting a UPS truck to pull up and unload into my room any day now."

"Actually, this is all I've got so far. And it's a pre-gift gift." Jack lay the chopsticks across his plate and reached down, setting the package (http://shopping.franklincovey.com/shopping/catalog/productaccessories.jsp?navAction=push&crc=&navCount=1&id=prod1700013) on the table. "For you, as a matter of fact. Not that I'm saying you need help," he smiled across the table at her, pushing it closer, "but I stumbled across it and thought of you."

Isabel tried to open the box without looking too eager, but still it was open in moments, the contents spread across the table in front of her. "Oh this is absolutely perfect! Thank you!"

Looking - and feeling - ridiculously pleased with himself, he tapped a couple of the items. "I figure this way no matter what happens, you'll be able to plan for it. I picked the red one because red seems to be a Christmas colour."

"Should I schedule the invasion now?" she grinned. "Maybe the first weekend in January? And red is perfect. I have a fondness for red leather. Which sadly you do not remember."

"No invasions allowed unless they're in the planner," he laughed, then lifted an eyebrow, looking very intrigued. "Exactly what sort of fondness are we talking about?"

"Exactly. Between now and December 24th, I'm on a strict schedule. No disruptions allowed." Isabel tried to look innocent as she considered the question, but mostly she looked smug. "There's this little red dress in my closet. The one and only time I wore it since I've been here was for your birthday party."

Jack leaned forward, licking his lips before he caught himself. "You wore a little red leather dress to my birthday party?" He looked down, then back up, a glint in his eyes. "Any chance you might wear it again?"

"I did yes," she said. "And I might with the right incentive. Maybe."

"Don't tell me. I wouldn't be able to resist getting it for you, and you in red leather, especially if there's not much of it, would be the death of me." He grinned at her. "There's only so much my poor heart can take."

"Well then call the cardiologist," Isabel laughed. "I might have to see if Sam wants to borrow it."

Jack groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "Like that nothing you gave her for halloween wasn't enough. I am completely doomed." He didn't sound at all unhappy about the prospect, though.

"Consider it my early Christmas gift to you," she said, reaching over to ruffle his hair. "There'll be several more under the Christmas tree."

"I could get used to this," he warned, lifting his head to smile at her. "Lunch, presents, I'm going to be completely spoiled by the end of the year."

"Like you're not already?" she asked, sitting back and taking another bite of her Lo Mein.

"Pfft," was his entirely mature response, and he retrieved his chopsticks and helped himself to another dumpling.

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