That wasn't what she'd been aiming to point out at him either, but Isabel had been curious. It'd just been a question, really!

Though Isabel's brows inched further towards her hairline as she watched all sorts of expressions cross Hattori's face. What had she even. Said? But then he did give her an answer--oh boy, what an answer!

"Oh, so he's like my Uncle Nick was when he was seven. A little quirky, and all sorts of girls dug him. Apparently my grandparents couldn't figure out why and were very happy when he settled down with a girl around his age." That was another tale in and of itself. Though she snickered, then. "I aim to please!" Because she'd probably call someone that to see their face, too. Though probably not Conan, she didn't know him that well.