Winter sits by him, looking very distraught. “I-I’m engages,” she whispers. “I thought I loved him, but I don’t. I don’t know what I thought I felt, but I love [i]you[/i]. It wouldn’t be such a big issue if my mother hadn’t basically told the world that I was getting married.” She begins to cry softly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to drag you into this. I don’t blame you if... if you hate me.” She whispers the last part, full of self loathing. 

Ivy’s teasing grin fades, and a small, reminiscent, almost loving, smile replaces it. “Well that’s too bad. I didn’t fall in love with Sobek. I love Jacob.” With that, she takes her glass of milk and the fudge and goes back to Arty’s room. She takes deep breaths and manages a playful smile. “Oh good you guys paused it. Hey move over would you?” She says teasingly, laying down and using Devon as a pillow. They had hung out like this all the time before, and while Devon was falling in love with Arty, Ivy has assumed the position of third wheel.