Ivy turns over onto her stomach and face me the TV. “Ooh Doctor Who!” She squeals. “I didn’t know you liked that show! It’s been too long, good Doctor,” She salutes the TV. Her smile broadens as her eyes scan the list. “Yes... yes... hell yes.. you have very good taste my friend.” Ivy chooses to ignore Arty’s embarrassment. Perhaps she’d feel less so if she knew how much Ivy agreed with her taste. 

Winter frowns slightly. “No... I’m considering having a talk with your father, my gods. I mean, like this.” Her hand cups his cheek, then she brushes hair out of his eyes with a small smile. She stands on her toes and presses a kiss to his forehead. “I’m glad you haven’t experienced the nightmare that is a brain freeze. Come on, I want to show you one more thing, and we can get out of here. Unless you want to look at more stores.” She pauses at a bridal shop. Then her eyes widen and she covers her face when she realizes that it belonged to the same woman that was designing her dress.