Ivy sighs and rubs her belly. "I know." She grunts softly as she struggles to get up.

Winter narrows her eyes a little and she jabs Charlie's chest with a finger. "You're not getting away with this."

"Oh, yeah, Charlie. Your gonna get killed with a stiletto if you keep telling women to calm down. Same goes for you, Jacob, but fortunately, you don't seem to have that problem," Ivy pipes in.

Winter sighs. "How did you get so lucky?"

Ivy shrugs. "He's more advanced as a male species, I imagine."

Winter nods thoughtfully. [b]'What in the literal hell?'[/b]