“He [i]stayed[/i]?!” Thea screeches. Ivy winces. “Ow, yeah thanks.” Jackson narrows his eyes and observes Jacob. “I don’t know if he’s good enough, Lucky.” Ivy gives him a dead-eyed look. “Get down here so I can slap you,” her tone is serious but she’s joking. She sighs and rubs her hands together. “Alright everyone. Let’s get down to work. Men, your on watermelons and lettuce. Ladies, help me check for bruising and disease.”

Winter smiles. “I’m fairly certain enough people will object that I won’t have to.”