Isabelle walked in the Rat Trap, the girls sitting down and ordering drinks.
"Isabelle, I must ask something." Rose said.
"What is it, Rosie?"
"How old are you?"
Isabelle looked at Rose in confusion, looked at Abigail who was equally confused and then back at Rose.
"Now, how old is the Professor?"
Isabelle blinked and said, "45."
It was Abigail's turn to blink and she counted on her fingers.
"Isabelle, he's almost 20 years older then you."
Isabelle looked at the two mice and then shrugged.
"Whats your point?"
"Isabelle, he's an old man." Rose said, "Why are you with such an older man?"
"Well, for one thing, with age comes experience." Isabelle said with a smirk, "And Padriac is all experience."
The girls giggles and Isabelle spoke up again.
" I think of Padriac as fine wine." she said with a smile, "It gets better with age."
the girls laughed again and they then hear the door open, seeing Ratigan walk in. He saw the girls and tip his hat to them with a smile.
They all nodded at him and Rose looked at Isabelle with a grin.
"Fine wine, indeed."
The girls threw their heads back and laughed loudly.