Isabela laughed, standing and sweeping a low bow in response to the curtsy. Which gave the half of the bar she was facing a fairly good view right down her cleavage, along with Ellie, but Isabela clearly wasn't concerned about it.

Isabela chuckled again. "More than welcome. And he has terrible taste and wonderful, at the same time. Half his stories are the worst kind of meandering, insisting-on-a-plot sort of boredom, and the rest are properly raunchy trash. For some reason, he doesn't understand that it's the trash that's the true quality. He's put me in three stories and has yet to let me sleep with anyone OR be the star." Despite her complaining, the fondness was obvious in Isabela's voice.

The sly smile came with a wink this time when she straightened. "Life's short, moving slow's almost never worth it." She trailed after Ellie to the booth, sliding in opposite her and watching curiously. Her head tilted at the admission and she offered, a little more quietly and sincere. "Only if you want to." Then she started when Ellie abruptly vanished. She'd seen mages do it of course, but that wasn't the same, and she slapped the table lightly. "Well ... THAT'S brilliantly useful!"