Winter looks away awkwardly. She smiles softly as she watches some children play by the water. She straightens when they near the water even more, her eyes bright and alert. “So, how’ve you been?” She asks with strained carefreeness. 

Ivy whips her helmet off, and she grumbles when her red hair tumbled out. She ties it back and smoothly gets off after parking the bike. She waits for him with a slightly raised eyebrow.