"I mean it!" she insisted, determined at that. However, she dropped it to smile up at the waitress and accept her sandwich with another chipper 'thank you!,' unable to resist breaking to take a bite--after careful inspection for tomatoes, of course. She was glad she did; the sandwich was awesome. Unbeknownst to her parents at home, the chicken fingers kick was about to come to an end in favor of another.
"I know it is," Izzy told her father grudgingly. "And I know I'm gonna have to wait until you say so. Besides, I wouldn't want to learn from anybody else."
She looked somewhat guilty when her mother's thoughts on the matter were brought up. "Mama doesn't like talking about it," she admitted softly. "'Cause I'm supposed to have a 'normal' childhood. But Daddy, I'm already the only normal one, anyway."
It was getting to her now moreso than ever before, seeing all of her friends grown, the powers they had. Sometimes, Izzy envied them. They were special.