[The blink is pretty much the only thing that Izzy can manage to do as he picks up one of her muffins (if you can call them that...because a part of her still feels like she can't honestly call them that considering their current state). She's not in much of a denial at the moment, despite knowing that if she tries hard enough she can cook something that doesn't turn out like this, she just knows that he should not...under any circumstances actually eat that muffin.

So, there's a relief that he doesn't do more than hold it.]

They might make a pretty good weapon. [Izzy says that with a bit of a charming smile pulling at her lips and a shrug pulling upward on her shoulders.] They look like they could do some damage....I'm not sure where I went wrong. I'm pretty sure that my cooking isn't normally this bad, though.

[She hopes, anyway. Though, she isn't sure why she feels the need to give the bit of defense toward her culinary abilities. Maybe it's just...a thing with her? The petite woman muses for all of a moment, doing her best not to linger too long before focusing because she feels like there's something....that she's missing right in front of her. And it's an annoying feeling that irritates her more than a little.]

What are you training for?