@andythane
Since getting together with Wyatt, things had been moving rather quickly. She’d definitely gone headfirst into this one, which seems to be going well so far. Not that there weren’t a lot of people doubting it, she’s sure. From the face of Reina in her home recently, Izzy’s sure that Reina thinks she’s on the way out at any point— or at least hopes. But considering Izzy had been a Siren and then an Old Lady in a past life, she knew there wasn’t much to change her mind. But she tried to be a team player, at least making sure that the Primordials liked her, even if the women would never. That’s how she found herself at the Clubhouse on an afternoon, bringing an extra tray of food for the general Primordial population. Izzy loves to cook and being that she ends up being pretty good at it (most of the time), she might as well share the wealth. The thing about learning to cook in the household of a large family, her four siblings and her parents, she never really learned to cut down the recipe. Lifting her sunglasses quickly as she steps inside, she smiles as she finds the Vice President. “Andy— hey, do you think there’s room for this in the fridge?” she says lifting the pan a little higher. “I suck at cutting down my mom’s recipes so it’s either leave this here or Wyatt is going to have leftovers for like a year,” she jokes. “I’m no Harper but I have a little something up my sleeve.”
