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"Darn it," Peter said, snapping his fingers as though disappointed. "You're on to me. Now what am I gonna eat?"

"Well paper might technically count as fiber," Isabel pointed out. "Or if you ask very, very nicely, I might be persuaded to share the cookies I'd put aside for an afternoon snack."

"Can I have some cookies please?" Peter asked, giving her the puppy eyes. He batted his eyelashes for good measure.

Isabel hadn't realized that puppy eyes was a power that could be copied. "Damn, you're good at that," she laughed, heading behind the counter and retrieving the bag of cookies she'd gotten at J,GoB earlier.

"I've had practice," Peter said, grinning. He helped himself to a cookie, not caring that he'd already eaten one that he'd swiped from Willow's room. "Though I'll have to be honest. I'm here for more than your cookies."

"Oh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "My wit and sparkling personality?"

"That too," Peter said. He leaned against the counter. "I need an application."

"An application? Didn't you get a library card when you first enrolled?" Isabel replied, nibbling a cookie thoughtfully.

"Yeah but I filled it out wrong," Peter said, smoothly. "I need another one."

"I see," she said, feeling oddly suspicious. Isabel reached for a clipboard and handed it over. "Here, fill it out and I'll process it for you right now."

"I can't," Peter said. He took the clipboard. "Fill it out now, I mean. I'll have to bring it back to you."

"Oh? Did you hurt your hand?" Isabel asked, reaching for his hand, her voice full of concern. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to be a burden to anybody," Peter said, trying to put on a brave face.

"Aww, how noble but so unnecessary," she told him. "Let me see. What did you do? A cut? A blister? Does it need a kiss to make it better?"

Peter was so busy blinking at that last question that he said "Yes" before he was aware of it.

"Well you'll have to show me where it hurts first," Isabel pointed out. "Or am I supposed to guess?"

"Well... hand," Peter said, suave as ever.

"Right or left?" she asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

"Right," Peter said. He didn't know why he felt like that was a good choice, he just did.

Isabel held out her hand. "Let me see it then."

Peter held out his right hand. He tried doing puppy eyes again too, just to be on the safe side.

"I don't see any thing wrong with it," Isabel told him, running her thumb over his palm. "Where does it hurt?"

"Around?" Peter tried.

"That's pretty not specific," she chuckled. "Any chance of narrowing it down for me? Say maybe your pinkie? Or your thumb?"

"Oh. Uh, thumb?" Peter tried.

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