Ivy chuckles then pauses. “You look confused. These people live like I grew up, with nothing, on the streets, no food, oftentimes no roof, no healthcare, nothing. So Leila and I have been using my gardens around New York, and what I don’t sell, and when the hospitals are stocked, since I also grow medicinal herbs, then I have days like these where I get a group together to cook for the community. A lot of these people are scared; they’re alone and it’s hard to trust when your on the streets, but trust is what keeps you strong. I’m just trying to give these people what I’d learned to live without,” She musters a small smile as she explains, a little embarrassed. 

Winter hums softly and closes her eyes, then she kisses him back deeper.