Isabela smiled at her friend, beckoning her in. "Puppies would suit you," she teased gently. She looked over at Aaron, nerves creeping into that smile, but she was still happy. They probably needed to talk, but at least it didn't seem that he'd be telling her to shove off. She wasn't sure why she didn't want to shove off - but this felt all right. It certainly didn't feel wrong. Jack looked nothing like her - but the way he spoke, the way he moved; she was self-aware enough to see her own influence.