"Hello sweetie!" Izzy smiled back at the little girl and namesake. She'd quickly grown to love the child since her arrival in this time, and over the past few years had learned to simply roll with the island continually sending children (and now grandchildren) back from the future. At least this one was still a child.
"Making your great-grandma's chocolate chip cookies for Thanksgiving so your grandpa doesn't try and eat all the pies. Wanna help?"