“Guess he doesn’t need the painkillers,” Ivy mutters. She waves a hand over his face to ensure he wouldn’t to react anything said, then squeals. “Aww!” She exclaims, cupping her cheeks with her hands. “He needs a woman, but I don’t know if he’ll let you go,” she winks playfully and chuckles. She jumps to her feet, her eyes wide. “THE FOOD!” She exclaims, sprinting to the kitchen. The momentum makes her slide boast the oven, and she falls trying to backtrack. She reaches up enough to open the oven, but then she pauses when she smells her dish from the table. She gets up and dusts herself off. “When did I-?” She looks back to the empty oven. “I left it-,” she shakes her head with a small smile. “It’s official. I’m insane.”