Izzy heaved a sigh, obviously having heard that before and somewhat disappointed that this version of her father wouldn't give her anything else. "I know," she admitted, even managing to keep the whine to a very discreet volume. "But what if I'm never ready?"
The pout that appeared was genuine. To her, the issue was an important one. She wanted to be like her dad, just like any other kid who had a particularly cool father figure to look up to. Unfortunately, in this case, the tricks of the trade weren't something she had access to quite yet, and it was frustrating.
"Just a little spell?" she pleaded quietly, turning her signature doe-eyed 'look' on him, the one that always worked on her father at him.