Ivy takes a deep breath. Little did she know, the napkin would’ve been visible from the door where it hung by her mirror. “It’s okay. Your totally not going to a place that you’d dreamed of going to for fifteen years, she murmurs, calming herself enough to stop choking and to continue her food. She’s elated, but she doesn’t remember what the rest of the list says, as the ‘BONUS’ part was inspired from a childhood daydream from long ago, and well she’s slept since then.