J.R. watches the soaring boy with faint amusement. “This should be interesting.” She huffs to hide her laughter, discreetly glancing at the wings sprouting momentarily from her boots. 

Ivy peers at the treat. “Uh.. No thanks.” She grins. “Thanks though.” She peers at the boy that crash-landed with a small frown, muttering to herself. “Huh. It was Artemis, right? I’m Ivy.” She smiles at the awkward girl.