When a moment passed without hearing anything from him, Izzy looked to Cerasus, who seemed to be taking the joke amusingly seriously for, well, a joke.
	She made a gentle, “huh” sound when he requested another. Though tacked on, he at least made that extra effort of politeness. She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly.
	“Alright. But only because you said ‘please.’” She looked away and thought for a short moment, before looking back to him. “How can you tell you have a really bad case of acne?” She paused appropriately, not expecting Cerasus to guess, but giving him the opportunity. “When the blind try to read your face.”
	She paused again and cocked her head. “You know, I think I have a joke book collecting dust around my house. Most of them are cheesy, but no one would miss it if you’d like it, Mr. Joke-Connoisseur.”