Ivy smiles at both of them, and lowers into a small curtsy. "Well thank you. Jacob, your hair was fine before you started messing with it. Is something bothering you?" Ivy jokes, walking up to Jacob, and brushing his hair out of his face. "There, now leave it alone," she says sternly, but she can't keep a straight face. She looks back at the stairs, patiently waiting for Arty.