"Well...you know how much of a sucker I am for anything with peanut butter in it."  Molly smiled at the much younger woman.  "And how many times have I told you to stop calling me Ma'am?  You'll make me feel old!"<br/><br/>There wasn't any harshness in the scolding.  Isabelle always called her Ma'am....no matter how many times she protested.  Maybe one day the younger woman would stop.  However...part of the Mayor figured it wouldn't happen.  As many times as Molly had seen Isabelle, she couldn't remember seeing her in quite this state.  She'd caught the slight slip in the comment about Sebastian.  Perhaps there was something going on between the two of them?  Lowering her voice a little, "Is everything all right, Isabelle?  If you need to talk....it just so happens that I'm a pretty good listener."