Izzy grumbled something incoherently at that, punctuated with "--but he's a grown up." An indication of precisely why she hadn't given him more hell, even though she would have liked to.
She nodded, hesitating for a moment, afraid to say anything that might be construed as negative against her mother, especially to her father. "A blessing for us," she observed with affection for the woman in question, playing with the straw wrapper on the table. "But yeah, that's Mama for ya. And that was all I meant-- that you sometimes have to tell her that, too? I didn't mean anything bad."