Isabelle breaks into giggles, setting down her wine glass before she spills something. "Haha....I can just picture you there, with tiny little horns..." she chuckles. "Ah, I'm sorry...I'm not making fun of you, it's just...this whole thing seems terribly funny to me at the moment. I mean, the place I came from was crowded enough with humans, now I find myself here, where that's practically all there is! And here you are, a Tiefling for crying out loud, raised like a cleric in the Church of Pelor! It's...what's that word again? Ironic? Wait, no...." she says, moments before giving in to another fit of giggles.