Ivy raises her eyebrows and looks between Sage and Max, then shrugs. She smiles and holds a hand out to Sage for a handshake. “Whoops sorry about that,” she chuckles sheepishly and sheathes the knife. “I’m Ivy, daughter of Tyche, goddess of luck. You hungry? How do you know Max?”

Winter sputters a bit. “What [i]haven’t[/i] I done? Well, let’s see. I became one of the top ‘up and coming’ artists, distinguished myself as a record dealer, ensured people knew and remembered Arthur, and oh yeah I got engaged. Surprise.” She does jazz hands.