Ivy takes the guitar. "A friend's using it. Don't worry, I think she's a pro or something. I don't know, but she seems to know her way around music. Thanks, I'll give it back ASAP." Ivy gives the guitar to Winter.

Winter winces, smiling, and gets up. "Thank you," she murmurs, having a strange urge to play. She limps toward the music and finds herself in a parlor. She sets herself down on a couch behind the piano seat.

Ivy purses her lips. "Game of Thrones?"