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[sub]Interactions with [@Days] and [@PrinceAlexus] and [@Pilatus][/sub][/center]


She couldn't help but to just blink in response to the woman. [i]Katra-[/i] Her smile faltered a bit as she tried to repeat the name in her head but was thankful when the stranger gave her a shortened version. Izabel side-eyed Eloy when Kat explained that she didn't need a room, wondering why she had stumbled into the Whispering Pines anyway. Clasping her hands in front of her lap, she returned her full attention back to her and gave a short nod of her head at the mention of a meal. [color=teal]"Oh. I-"[/color]

At the interruption from her best friend, she glanced over at him once more and tried to bite back the flush that threatened to warm her core from that wink of his. She couldn't help a small grin and shook her head before looking back to Kat. [color=teal]"He's entirely biased, but I'll be happy to make you one."[/color] Noticing Eloy head out with his brushes, she raised a brow before moving over to the left of the woman towards the bay window overlooking the ocean. 

It didn't take her long to gather the items necessary for the beverage. Izabel listened to Kat speak about some sort of ship and diamonds and tried to bite back a groan. For longer than she could remember there had been treasure hunters searching all corners of the isles. While it did bring in some good tourism, it also overcrowded the beaches and brought some shady characters to the land. If this woman was any associated with that, she didn't want any part of it. Thankfully she admitted that she was only here to clean up the wreckage. 

As she started to blend the ingredients together, she furrowed her brows as she tried to think why growing up on a farm would have anything to do with her foot being hurt. Maybe the woman was just used to getting injured? She looked out the window and noticed Eloy looking towards the ocean and tilted her head. Maybe he was thinking of dipping out early to catch a wave or two. Not like she blamed him. 

Soon she was pouring the smoothie into a reusable cup when the man of the hour walked back in. She caught the look from the tourist and raised a brow, catching the immediate attraction to cross the woman's features. A pang tugged at her gut which she immediately recognized but refused to name. Clearing her throat, she turned to her best friend as he proposed a question. Her brow raised now in question. Did they have plans for later that she had forgotten about? That was quite like her, so it made sense. Iz was so busy with the inn these days that anything else was quick to slip from her mind. 

[color=teal]"Oh, uh-"[/color] Her next thought was pulled from her by the sound of a loud engine. Looking back towards the window, she noticed her next-door neighbor's water plane making its landing. Being as how he was one of the only people to check the postage, she needed to see if her package had finally arrived. But first she needed to finish with her guest. Izabel nodded and walked over to the woman before handing her the cup. [color=teal]"Here you are, on the house as a welcome treat. You can stay for as long as you want to rest your foot, I have to check on something for one moment. There are maps of the island with the best routes to everywhere you need to get to right here."[/color] Grabbing a pamphlet from the back wall, she handed it to Kat.

Izabel looked at her friend and gave him a quick nod of her head. [color=teal]"Give me thirty minutes to get ready and I'll meet you at the usual spot, I have to go see if Chris has anything for me."[/color] She looked back at the tourist and waved her hand. [color=teal]"Was a pleasure to meet you, please stop by again any time."[/color] Hurrying past Eloy, she put a hand on his bicep before moving out the door and down the stairs towards Chris's property.