Izzy sighed in frustration when the child again showed no response besides coming after the donut, leaving her to wonder whether he was choosing to ignore her, or was incapable of comprehending her words.
	Raising the donut out of his reach, she watched him for a short moment with a contemplative expression as he stood on tiptoe in his desperation for the sugary confection.
	[i]Bribery isn’t training,[/i] she thought, the powder sugar coating the donut sticking to her fingers. [i]Right?[/i]
	“If you want another one,” she began, enunciating each word to avoid any misunderstanding, “then stop, look me in the eye, and ask for it.”
	She held her breath, waiting, [i]hoping[/i] for any kind of reaction hinting at even the smallest amount of remaining comprehension.