"Everyone's alive. A couple of kids were hurt, but not bad." Isabella wandered back to the couch and flopped down. She snatched up her ice cream and started digging in again. Her tummy was growling and her ice cream was melting. And now that Bianca wasn't about to attack her, it was probably okay to just chill out on the couch.
Raising an eyebrow, Isabella was actually pretty damned offended. Although it probably wasn't that off target. "It's Wyatt's." Considering Izzy hadn't been laid in probably years until Wyatt came along, there wasn't any other explanation. But more than that, there was the whole magical baby thing. "Toss me a knife."