Like most things associated with the strong and authoritarian, Isidor found herself naturally acclimatising herself to numerous kinds of alcohol. Beer is not her favourite by a long shot, but it's enjoyable enough and doesn't risk a repeat of Halloween while helping her to de-stress.

She presses her lips tightly when Felix turns to her, but Jim is more than happy to sate the mage's curiosity and Isidor is let off the hook. Besides, it's good for her to hear about Jim's first meeting with him. It's all potential fuel for later.

Hearing someone else talk about Zandros and their engagement makes her feel queasy, though. Her gaze slides off to a far off point and glazes over. "I never pegged him as the jealous type... I'll talk to him. He had a wife before me, after all, he can't be allowed to go throwing punches because of perceived past relationships."