(IDK what their current status is in the show but in this story Izzy and Owen are a couple. IZZYxOWEN MY OTP 4EVA!! )
"The grossest sandwich I ever ate?" Owen said, squinting thoughtfully into distant. "That would have to be the one I made when I was nine and I was home on my own. Hot-pepper-and-pickle-brine-with-peanut-butter-and-seven-kinds-of-meat on homemade chocolate bread. It took my all day to make and most of the night to eat, and I was horking for a week."
"Cool!" Izzy said, lazily dragging her toes through the frigid slate-grey water. She could dimly see the waves crashing against the darkened pillars of the dock through the slats beneath her, and imagined being pulled down into those murky depths, and maybe fighting a shark. The fancy fluttered out of her head before she could act on it (she could never understand why everyone thought she was so impulsive when she didn't do half the things she thought about doing) and she returned to her boyfriend. "So, what was the best sandwich you ever ate?"
Owen stared out over the ocean, and with zen-like calm, he answered, "The same sandwich."
There was silence for a moment, except for the splashing of Izzy's feet. She was drawing Georges Seurat's "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte" with her toe, although since her medium was water it was impossible to really tell. Another impulse struck her, this one with all the force of a javelin, and she knew there was no getting around this one.
"I want to eat it."
"What?"
"I want to eat that sandwich."
"But, but it doesn't exist anymore," Owen said, "and anyway, if a girl ate it, she'd probably die. It's pretty hardcore."
"Then we'll recreate it," Izzy said firmly. "We'll break into the kitchen tonight. And what kind of a lightweight do you think I am, anyway? I spent six weeks at cheerleading camp living under the dorm of the registered campers and subsisting on a diet of tarantulas and dirt! I think I can handle a little sandwich." She leaned forward and nuzzled Owen's nose. "Besides, it'll be romantic. We'll have stomach cramps as a couple."
"But that heist is impossible!" Owen lamented. "Don't you think I've tried? That place is like... Fort Knockwurst!"
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