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Disclaimer: I own Isabelle and YOU CAN'T HAVE HER! Runs away

"'Ack! 'Ack!" Isabelle waited impatiently for Jack to listen to her. He was just staring off into space with a blank look on his face. "'ACK!" Isabelle screamed and threw one of her toys at him.

"OW!" Jack yelped as the toy made contact with his cheek. He gingerly rubbed it. "Last time I play toys with you." He mumbled and stood up.

"Wha' doin'?" Isabelle wondered.

"I was just thinking." Jack replied, getting rather good at translating her requests into intelligible English.

"Hungy!" Isabelle got up and ran away.

"Not again. Stay here!" Jack chased after her and stopped when he spotted her in the kitchen. Isabelle pointed to a cupboard.

"Hungy!" She exclaimed.

"Oh. You're hungry. Well you could have just said so." Jack said. Isabelle put her hands on her hips and gave him a 'well duh' look.

Jack ignored her and searched through the cabinets before stopping and scratching his head. "What do you eat?" He questioned.

Isabelle sighed as if he was a simpleton and she was getting tired of dealing with him. She pointed to a cupboard on the left. "There." She said. He opened it and found a canister of oats. (A/N: I have no idea what kids would eat in the 1600s and oatmeal was the best I could come up with. Please just bare with me. )

"Ah. I see." He nodded, pulling the canister down. "I've never made this before." He shrugged, pulling out a bowl and filling it with water from the well in the back of the house. (A/N: Once again, please bare with me) "This seems right." Jack said.

He poured the oats in with the water and heated the mixture over the fireplace. Once he assumed it had reached an ideal temperature, he brought it back into the kitchen and sat down across from Isabelle, who had climbed up into one of the chairs.

"I'm guessing that this is edible." Jack shrugged, dipping a spoon into it and bringing it near Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle opened her mouth, ate what was on the spoon, and her eyes immediately widened.

"Hot! Ow!" She spit it out, right into Jack's face. "Hey!" Jack leapt up, his face streaked with oatmeal. "AH! It's hot! It's hot!" He raced to the well, brought up a fresh bucket of water, and submerged his head into it.

He straightened up after a moment, gasping for air. The scorching oatmeal was no longer clinging to his face, but he was soaking wet. He trudged back into the kitchen, dripping water the whole way.

He sat back in his seat. "Let's try that again." He deadpanned, filling the spoon again. Isabelle shook her head.

"Hot." She exclaimed and firmly shut her mouth.

"Really? I hadn't noticed how hot it was." Jack rolled his eyes. "It's fine now." He assured her. Isabelle shook her head. "Look." He blew on it. "See? Nice and cool." He said. Isabelle still shook her head. "Watch." Jack took a bite to prove to her it was alright.

He was wrong. A moment later, he was outside again inhaling cold water straight from the well bucket. He went back into the kitchen after his throat stopped burning. "Alright. Maybe we ought to wait on that." He suggested.

Isabelle nodded and climbed down out of her chair. "Hungy." She complained.

"Well you see how well that went. Just wait until it gets colder and doesn't make you feel like you're swallowing fire. Then you can eat." Jack replied.

"Hungy now." Isabelle said.

"If you eat it now, you'll be crying because it burns!" He argued.

"Now!" She cried.

"Burning!" Jack reiterated.

"NOW!"

"WAIT!"

"NO!"

"FINE!" Jack yelled, not wanting to argue anymore. He grabbed the bowl, sat down with Isabelle again, and tried to feed her another spoonful.

She ate it and once again spit it in Jack's face. "Ew!" She groaned.

Jack took a deep breath, trying to remind himself that she was just a child. He calmly wiped the oatmeal, which had cooled from scorching to simply hot, from his face and stood up. "No more." He was eerily serene.

"Hungy!" Isabelle complained. Jack turned around to face her.

"No. You ate, you burned me, you didn't like it. No more." He said, attempting to get a handle on the anger that was boiling up inside of him.

"Hungy." Isabelle pouted.

Jack shook his head. "I don't care. No. We're not doing that again." He said firmly.

"Pease?" She gave him an innocent look. He grumbled and sat back down with her.

"Last time." He said, filling the spoon and shoving it into her mouth. Isabelle made a face, but kept it in her mouth and swallowed it. "I like this way better." Jack said, his mood brightening.

Isabelle opened her mouth, waiting for him to feed her another spoonful. He obliged and leaned back in anticipation of the flying oatmeal he was sure was about to spew from her mouth. She swallowed it again and smiled at him.

"Well I'd say this is going rather well." Jack nodded, feeding her another bite.

"Ugh." She grumbled as she swallowed it. He fed her another one and she couldn't take it anymore. She spit it out and it hit Jack again.

"THAT'S IT!" Jack got up and threw the bowl in anger and spite. It broke into several pieces and the oatmeal splattered everywhere, covering him even more and coating Isabelle.

"Wonderful, Jack. You just broke their bowl and got oatmeal all over their kitchen." He groaned, realizing his error.

"Ew." Isabelle whined looking at her oatmeal-covered arms.

"That was not the right thing to do." Jack said to her. "Hopefully you'll be smarter than I am." He picked her up, took her out to the well, and cleaned her off.

Once she was clean and oatmeal-free, he washed the oatmeal off of himself then took her back in the kitchen.

He looked around the oatmeal-caked kitchen in disdain. "Let's just clean that up later." He took Isabelle into the living room. She began to play with her toys and soon fell asleep in the middle of the floor. Jack smiled at the sight.

"She's actually kind of cute when she's not destroying everything in her path." He mused. He sat on the couch and simply watched her sleep.

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Ah, the fun you can have with oatmeal. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and hopefully it was worth the wait. Please review!!