Denise
"Ah, you know my family then? Yeah, Mordenaire's my dad, that old vintner. Now that you bring it up, I do remember at one point he hired a couple tough-looking people for personal safety, as well as helping me with... Well, unwanted property damage. In any case, lovely to meet you, Sir Belladabyth. Oh right, what about you, miss?"

*Ronan looked at Isha, still smiling a bit and curious to learn who he was speaking to. In his mind, the mention of his father- and the employment of mercenaries- reminded him of a particularly rough day that made his smile shrink. A time when he pushed a little too far, and he nearly set the house on fire. To make it worse, all he was trying to do was light a freaking candle. For another moment he wondered again about his father, and the strange way he looked at Ronan, the odd tone of his voice that he used only with him. He would have drifted off and tuned out again, had he not shaken his head a bit to regain his senses. There was still conversation to be had.*
Julia
"I'm Isha... That's all you need to know. Thinking about working with this guy over here with his food problems." Isha would bluntly explain.
Jessica
He nods, "So I suppose you're the son then, I remember hearing stories about you." He says with a smirk, "I hope you've got a better handle on your magic, now." He says with a chuckle, "Well, it is good to meet you Isha. Your assistance is much appreciated."