"Mmhm." There was little doubt where some of the choicer words in Izzy's lexicon came from. Enola had stopped being bothered by it. She'd also stopped being embarrassed by it. Whether that was because she'd become more tolerant or her hearing had become more selective was anyone's guess. And what did it matter anyway, there were more laughs then frustrations.
"You do realize she's your parrot, right? Everything you say she finds a way to repeat or take way too seriously." The kid resembled Enola to be sure but every time Izzy opened her mouth it was like speaking to an uncensored Jamie clone.
Getting up Enola started to clear away the breakfast dishes. A small ruckus could be heard from the room Izzy had locked herself in. That meant all was well and a possible replacement of some piece of furniture. The nightstand by the sound of it.