Ivy finishes the kebab, then takes a chip from Jacob. "I've never had one," she explains, popping it in her mouth. "So good," she moans, then backtracks for more. She stands across from Jacob, fishing for more chips. "Don't mind me. Okay, these are nowhere near one of my amazing home cooked meals, but they're still really good." She pauses, listening. "We have a shower?"