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[thechristmasnazi]

[ When Isabel appears on the screen it’s almost as if she doesn’t realize she’s on camera. She doesn’t look at the lens and she’s in the middle of pulling her long hair into a ponytail. Once her hair is away from her eyes, though, she looks to the camera with a smile and lets out a deep sigh. ]

Apparently even away from home I’m a night owl. I haven’t introduced myself to all of you, so…

[ She lifts a hand in greeting and smiles, her lips pulling into a thin curve. ]

Hello. I’m Isabel Evans.

I know there’s something going on. I’ve experienced it. It’s…

[ A humorless chuckle passes her lips and she shakes her head. ]

It’s making me crave certain things from home. I’d appreciate it and be in your debt forever if you could point me in the direction of some hot sauce or peppers or any kind of spicy food at all.

[ She smiles warmly and shrugs her shoulders. What can she say? She’s a spice aficionado. ]

Thank you.

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[aroundthecoroner]

[Wow this is convenient. For her, anyway.]

I got these last time the gods felt like being charitable.

[Michael sends along a picture of a mostly-full jar of short, wrinkly, vibrantly red peppers. The aficionado might recognize them already: ghost chilis.]

I still have to prank some people, so I can't let go of the whole thing,
but you can have a couple?
Just don't, like, eat them whole probably.
The clinic's not equipped to deal with that.
Oh, and hi Isabel.
I'm Michael.