She gave him what could have been a pout of her lips had it not been mostly twisted up in a grin. "Come on. If you don't tell me, I'm going to have to find out somehow." Isabela would probably find out for her. ...If she hadn't already. (She probably had.)

"Very wise," she concurred, knocking the tips of her toes gently against the side of his ankle in retaliation for the bounce. "'A good one', is it? That's rather subjective, don't you think?" She swung one of her legs up over his other knee, nearly stretching out as though he was an armchair of her own. A finger tapped thoughtfully against her bottom lip. "If I got a bite of the apple first..."