“Don’t mind if I do,” Ivy selects a stick of Pocky. “Mkay, there’s Devon's lap.” She points to the aforementioned area. 

Winter wakes up from her nap and stretches, then shifts back into her human form. She unlocks the door and turns the security cameras back on. She checks her now-empty schedule, and goes out to the woods by her studio, her hands in her pockets.