[Izzy's given up on her muffins. You can't market baked goods as weapons, no matter how amusing the imagery is; muffins are meant for mouths...and not in the knocking out someone's teeth sort of way. She damn near cracked the table tapping one on it...she doesn't want to imagine the other sorts of damage one of them might do.

After dumping her horrendous baked goods, Izzy finds herself wandering to look at the various other tables. It's not exactly easy to fight away the jealousy, or the pout that is trying to work it's way to her face. She really didn't think her bakking would turn out bad.

It's the cupcakes that catch her eye first; they're gorgeous...and not only in comparison to her's, but to everyones.] You know, I'm pretty sure that everyone here can bake except me and it's giving me the urge to smash some cupcakes. [Iz notes conversationally with a bit of a pout, but the uplift of the corners of her mouth show that it's no more than a joke, mostly. She wouldn't actually follow through with it, anyway.

The man manning the table she notes just afterward, offering him a smile after her probably lame joke.] These are particularly stylish, though. [She points at the dainty treats.] Did you make them or are you the handsome face selling them for someone else?