<em>"No chips, though I think I'll have one of those strawberry cupcakes over there.  Haven't had one in years, feel like treating myself, and so on.  For the sandwich, if you have it I'd like ham, turkey, roast beef, pepperjack cheese, mustard, and pickles; dill though, if you don't have those then no pickles.  And sweet tea, light ice."</em>, was recited to Isabelle. Every single word was listened to as if it might hold a bit of magic, the promise of something exciting to happen.<br/><br/><em>"You don't have to look away from me; if I'm that ugly just hand me one of those paper bags and I'll toss that over my head."</em>Izzie blushed at those words before catching herself and trying to get this order done least another customer might appear.<em>"Don't bother if it's not dill..."</em>, she whispered before heading back into the kitchen to get everything ready.<br/><br/>About five minutes would pass before Isabelle came out of the kitchen holding a paperbag, it contained the sandwich as well as three cupcakes and a small mini cake as well. Upon the counter it was placed before getting the sweet tea with very little ice.<em>"That will be ten fifty, Mr. Heidermann Sir..."</em>While Izzie had made that sandwich an idea came to her mind about what changes could be made to the menu.