Izzy D. grinned when Solas asked her where she hailed from. With a perverse sense of twisted humor, she said,<br/><br/>"France, somewhere around 1140, the first time, more recently, from Manhattan via Boston. My life's work involves plants, flowers, herbs, among other things. I used to work in the "medical" field." she used her fingers like quotation marks, "but now, I am just a florist. I specialize in gala events, conferences, weddings, banquets. I have a contract with Harrah's to provide floral arrangements weekly. I also will be caring for their live plants as well. My shop allows me to meet locals. In Manhattan and Boston, I had established the shops and sold the names, like a franchise. "<br/><br/>The little girl had cut so many antics and the mother was at a bit of a loss on how to direct her energies, that Izzy D. leaned across the table.<br/><br/>"Arie, Arie. Look at my eyes. " she said softly and kindly. She waited until the child looked at her.<br/>"There you are." she smiled at her. "Arie, we will be finished as soon as the waiter brings the cheesecake. Then we will go. Now you need to lean your head on your mommy. She loves you so much. That's right. Lean your pretty head on Mommy's arm. Now, relax, just rest. Feel her love. Let her love ground you. That's right. There you go, You've got it."<br/><br/>Ariella did just as Izzy D. had asked, a big sigh escaping her.<br/><br/>Izzy D. turned back to the man and woman, acting as if dealing with squirmy children was part of what she did on a daily basis.<br/><br/>"Tell me about you two.Where do you come from? I know Millicent from before, but sir, do I know you?"