"What the hell?" Winter mutters under her breath, frowning. "Arthur was the perfect guest, what would Max had done if I wasn't here and why does she care what I think she thought we were dating, she knows nothing about me, and I'm sorry but that is well behaved? She cussed off one of the best restaurants in a fifty mile radius and stormed over here in a manner that, to be quite frank, no wonder they hesitated letting her in." She laughs drily. "'Firework', Arthur? I believe that's quite the understatement. You might as well call her dynamite and it still wouldn't cover it." Winter sighs. "I apologize, but today's been eventful enough."
Ivy smiles. "We can do something else, watch Game of Thrones or something that won't cause a deity to rage about in your head."