"Alone at a table for two and I just want to be served," Ivy sings, her eyes closed. 

Winter glares at Arthur. "I don't know her, Arthur. I trust you, and you seem to trust her, but I know [i]nothing[/i] about her. I barely know [i]you[/i]. I wasn't going to tell her straight off." She sighs. "I'm a host of Bast."