"Aw phooey."

Winter chuckles. "I'll sit on you if I have to."

"As long as it's somewhere here," Ivy motions to her torso between her breasts and her stomach. 

"Oh and uh," the doctor clears his throat and murmurs to Jacob, "take it easy with her, alright? It's suggested that you limit yourself to at least once a week, if that." 

Winter smirks, close enough to eavesdrop.