Ms. Campos looks,.. well, shocked. And a bit humiliated. Winter smiles sweetly. "Bye-bye now. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. No I mean your face,.. wait, no yeah I meant your ass. Sorry, it's so easy to confuse the two." Ms. Campos huffs and storms out, dripping crocodile tears. Winter grins faintly at Arty. "If you can catch her." 'Jesus fucking Christ. If you were Ivy, you'd be popping babies by now.' Winter forces her lips in a thin line, and she bursts out laughing when her mom leaves.