Izzie glanced sidelong at the two other glasses sitting next to her current glass. "Maybe a three," she said after a moment's thought. "Not too bad. I've still got some room." Izzie thought about it for a moment longer. "Maybe a four."
She tipped her head to the side to look at him now, squinting slightly as she did. "Really?" she grinned. "I'm going to have to keep count. It's not a thing I usually think about."
Izzie looked down at the plate of half-eaten food and fully eaten cake and then lifted her head to smile a genuine smile now. "I'm not suicidal or anything, Nathan. I wouldn't have come out if I wasn't ready to do so." No one was giving her sad looks or treating her like some piece of broken china. . .Except for the people at this table. Which Izzie supposed she'd accept. At least it wasn't an entire hospital looking at her like she was about to fly apart.
Something else suddenly occurred to her now. "Remind me. I owe Peter an apology for all the times I've complained about teleporting. Flying is SO MUCH WORSE." Izzie grinned. "Seriously."