The fact that Wyatt was at the table and not orbing off to go kick some hot-headed ass gave Isabel some hope that she'd be able to keep him from doing anything particularly dumb. Even if she did have to admit to a deep desire to soundly thump Johnny about the head herself.

"No killing," Isabel said as she set a platter of french toast on the table. "Maiming is a possibility though."

"Coffee's on the table. Come in. Eat."