“I’m actually not much of a cook,” Izzy said with a shrug, “One time I tried to cook Brooklyn an apology breakfast... long story short we ended up in the ER with one sprained ankle and fifteen stitches between us.”
“Maybe let’s not reenact that.”
“Agreed. The dining hall opened about half an hour ago, want to snag something there?”
“Sure.”
“Great. Um, how do I...?”
Jack gave a little laugh.
“Just be gentle, really. You can put me in a bag or your pocket, whatever works.”
Izzy thought for a moment, then seemed to get an idea.
“Wait here,” she said.
She dashed off, and Jack heard her rummaging somewhere. A minute later she returned with a huge pair of hoop earrings.
“Ever ridden in an earring?” Izzy asked with a smile.
“Can’t say that I have,” Jack admitted, “You sure that’s safe?”
“Nope,” Izzy said, her smile growing.
“Good enough for me,” Jack chuckled.
Izzy ducked into her room (bookshelf-space?), emerging soon after wearing sweatpants and an old KMFDM shirt, which made the earrings look as out of place as a elephant in California. She picked Jack up and set him in the left earring. She let go of him, holding her hand under him in case he fell.
“Huh. I wish I’d thought of this year’s ago. Would’ve saved me a lot of hassle,” Jack said.
“You set?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
They walked (or rather, Izzy walked) to the dining hall, Izzy pointing out various buildings and landmarks on the way. A few people did a double take, but the walk passed without incident.
When they got to the dining hall, Jack discovered, to his delight, that it was a buffet format. He and Izzy agreed to get a little of everything, because, as she said, “The food here’s like Russian Roulette. You never know what you’re getting.”
The dining hall was almost full, but they found an empty table and sat down. Jack walked around the edge of Izzy’s plate, sample food as he went. She was right; some of the food was quite decent, while some of it wasn’t fit for a dog to eat.
“So do you know your major?” said Izzy, the sound muffled by the pancake in her mouth.
“Haven’t decided. I like literature, but I don’t know what I’d do with a degree in it. My parents are pushing me to a career in law, but that’s not really my taste, you know?”
“Absolutely. But don’t worry about getting it figured out just yet. I thought I was going into sculpture. Took one class and found out I hated it. Now I’m painting and I’ve never been happier. You’ll find your passion.”
After breakfast they cleared up and started heading back to the apartment. On the way...
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