Winter smiles at Artemis. "Goodbye, Artemis. It was a pleasure to speak with you."

Ivy gasps softly. "Winter, don't you have to get back?"

Winter pouts slightly. "That's true, but I'm not in any sort of rush. What time is it?"

"Seven thirty." Ivy looks at the clock in the kitchen.

"Fifteen minutes, then I'll leave," Winter insists. 

"Fine."