09-04-2010, 03:36 AM
Cammille nodded and leaned into Isaac affectionatley, kissing his cheek and rising off the couch, still holding his hand. When he rose as well she walked with him to the kitchen and wiped her tears away, smiling at Isaac's mother. "So what cookies are we making?" she asked, leaning on the counter facing her and looked around the familiar room. She remembered when she was younger and her and Isaac would cook together, most of the preperation ending in a foodfight of some sort.
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