Ivy looks at the plate and frowns. "But... why are you cooking? I'm not doing enough?" she asks, genuinely concerned. "And if Poseidon touched me, I dare say my mom would get ready to rumble. Why are we even talking about this?"

Winter purses her lips and narrows her eyes. "That's what I was worried about." She drags a weary hand down her face. "I'm sorry, this is my first switching vocals mashup."