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TA lounge, Wednesday February 22

Cameron's got some chocolate cake with him. He puts it on the table and settles down in one of the chairs. Keeping his head down in the lounge sounds like a good thing right now.

((Shut up. I know it's not Thursday. *mutters*))

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"Yeah," he leaned up a bit and tilted his head. "Brown again. Weird."

"That's odd. But good." She smiled, "See, I told you it wasn't anything to worry about."

"I guess not," he straightened up and blinked a couple of times. The colours seemed to be sticking.

"Still seeing everything in living color?"

"For now," he nodded and looked at her. "How about brain tumors?"

Isabel shrugged, "I suppose it's a possibility. But a very, very, very slim one. Considering all the weird stuff that happens in this place, I'd say it's something magical."

"Yeah," he said carefully. "If it comes back, I'll drop by the clinic tomorrow. It probably was Kawalsky's food."

She shook her head. "I wonder what my parents would say if I asked them to send me a huge box of food so I wouldn't have to eat anything made here?"

"Stopping by the clinic if it happens again is probably a good idea," she agreed. "Just to make sure."

"Yes, ma'am." Cameron gave her a sloppy salute. "You can try. Normally my mom sends me self made chocolate cake, but she doesn't have the time right now."

"No saluting. You're not in the military yet," she grinned and pushed at his shoulder. "You like chocolate cake?"

"Will be," Cameron raised and eyebrow and the push and nudged back. "Of course I am. I'm the 2nd floor's official provider."

Laughing she grabbed his hand and held on. "Now I was going to offer to make you a cake. But if you usually provide it, then I demand a slice."

"Is that so?" Cameron wriggled his fingers and found that he could just barely poke her shoulder. "There's cake right on the table, you'll have to be patient if you want me to actually make some from scratch." He pondered armwrestling.

"Cake? Here?" Letting go of his hand, she went to the table and took a slice. A minute later, she was back on the couch, chocolate crumbs on her lip. "This is good. And you made it yourself?"

"No, that one I bought." He looked amused as he watched her.

"Well it's still good," she said, taking another bite. And then she saw his look. "What?"

"Nothing," he snickered and rested his arm on the back of the couch, then settled his chin on top and grinned.

"You're snickering. There's something. Tell me," she pouted.

He chuckled and wiped his thumb over his mouth. "You've got a little something."

"Thanks," she said with a small smile. Taking her cake, she walked to the table and grabbed a few napkins, wiping her face carefully. "All better?"

"Uh huh and red too," he nodded.

"I'm sure," she said, rolling her eyes. "It's been that way for a good part of the day." One last bite and the cake was done. "That was good."

"Of course it was," he said smugly and stretched out with his hands behind his head.

Isabel shook her head. "Don't be smug. Next time I want homemade."

"I should warn you that the only time I made one, I became a cub afterwards but I'm pretty sure it was unrelated." Cameron said casually.

TA lounge, Wednesday February 22

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