Ivy nods. “Does the Doctor have my number too? And I’m holding you to that. Don’t you dare try to miss a meal on my watch. Especially when it’s my food,” Ivy scorns gently, then sighs. “Look, Arty. If there’s anything I can do, if you want to talk, I’m here okay? I know your closer to Nona, but I’m your sister too, and I don’t care if we share genetics or not, I’m taking care of you,” her voice is firm but kind. “And don’t even try to apologize for anything. This isn’t your fault. I just wish someone could’ve possibly at least seen the make of the car so we could track the bastard down and make him pay.”

Bast’s head transforms back to Winter’s. She laughs when he talks about his muscles. [b]”What strength, Mr. Flab-Pack?”[/b] she teases, standing close to him to slap his stomach lightly.