02 It just keeps on getting better

[gdisnowpatrol]

[Phone]

Okay, this place? Has some serious, serious problems. It's not medically possible for-

[ a self-deprecating laugh before Izzie starts talking to herself ]

Right, Izzie. Try justifying statutes leaping out of bodies with science. That'll end happily.

Anyways. I'm here if anyone needs medical assistance.

[ Action ]

[ A: At 748 Partridge Izzie can

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Action A!

[walkwaves]

[ Since he lives just down the street, Ian couldn't not notice the muffins. So he is on the porch, inspecting said muffins. He half-wonders if they were made by drone, if not for the note. ]

[gdisnowpatrol]

[ and here comes Izzie, four more trays in hand as she goes to set them out. The appearance of a green person may have worried her in the past, but she's gradually getting used to Mayfield's complete bizarreness. ]

I promise they're not poisoned. [ a forced chuckle because ah ha ha she looks crazy. awesome ] Unless you're allergic to blueberries or something.

[walkwaves]

[ Ian's never been one to judge. If she wants to bake over 9000 muffins, she can ] I was just wondering where they all came from.

[gdisnowpatrol]

[she smiles a little.] Mainly from anxiety.

[supersizedpower]

It is science, they're aliens.

[gdisnowpatrol]

Aliens.

Of course they're friggin aliens.

[supersizedpower]

Yeah, so it's all really scientific.

It's good you're helping people, though!

[gdisnowpatrol]

There's a scientific reason why angels are exploding from body cavities. You know, I can't help but wonder why my life keeps heading in such new and exciting directions.

...thanks. Though I don't know how much help I can be since this place won't let women near an O.R.

[b_as_a_criminal]

[B just walked into dessert hell.

He stares uncertainly for a moment, but after a moment]

... I could get used to this.

[gdisnowpatrol]

[ Izzie looks up from frosting her fifth Devil's Food Cake and points a warning finger ]

Just so you know, this is not me indulging your sweet tooth.

[b_as_a_criminal]

Duly noted. What should I call it then?

['call it', he says, because she is indulging it whether she wants to or not. See, he's already approaching the pie.]

[gdisnowpatrol]

I don't care as long as you don't start getting comfortable with the whole...Stepford routine. It's creepy.

[she rolls her eyes]

At least go for the cobbler first. I spent forever on the cobbler.

voice;

[firstcommand]

I've learned it's easier to not use reason in situations like this.

[ It might be a bit sarcastic. Good Cas, you're displaying some sense of humor! Sort of. ]

Re: voice;

[gdisnowpatrol]

I think I'm finding that reason in general is a relative term here. But I'm a surgeon, I think like a surgeon. Sadly there's no off switch for that just because I'm surrounded by crazy.

A

[sting_like_a]

[Hi Izzie. Miakis, having spotted delicious baked goods from next door, is inspecting those muffins. She seems unable to decide which flavor she wants.]

Weeeell, they're probably not poisonous...

Re: A

[gdisnowpatrol]

[AND TA DA THE DOOR OPENS revealing Izzie holding what appears to be a torte.]

They're not. Well, save for maybe the raisin oatbran bars because no one in their right mind likes raisin oatbran bars.

[sting_like_a]

[waving!]

No, that doesn't sound very appetizing at all~ [A pause as she looks over the baked goods once more.] Did you make all these yourself? There's enough to feed an entire army here!

[gdisnowpatrol]

[Izzie waves back with an ovenmitted hand before looking at the torte almost guiltily]

I'm a nester. That's what I do. I nest into things.

...apparently it also means that I'm on a mission to give an entire town a sweet indulgence problem, but still.