Given the deeply routed deniel some people seemed to indulge in, he could see the story passed off as a child's flight of fancy. Izzy seemed the imaginitive type to pass it off. "Cool, huh?" That wasn't what he expected her to think but it was better than 'I hate you' and tears. A vast improvement over.
He didn't expect her to tell him anything. In that position, he might not have said anything, prompting the other person to ask rather than be forthcoming. Izzy was plainly nicer and more helpful than he was. Probably a good thing she'd inherited that from her mother.
Lindsey was silent after she finished, head tilted and a slightly confused expression on his face. It wasn't exactly a secret that he'd had some practice with the craft. The enhanced abilities came from a spell that he'd worked after training. But after he'd come back from the dead, his practice with the craft had been minimal. He'd just started getting back into it and very few people, as in one, had any idea that he was.
To hear he'd kept with it and really built up his power? That was some satisfaction in that. A cocky smile replaced confusion and he leaned forward in his chair, pitching his voice low so the surrounding tables couldn't eavesdrop. "There's a reason for that, Izzy. Nine is too young. Even people with naturally given abilities don't start honing them until they become more mature. If I'm not teaching you, that means you're not ready."