Ivy shrugs with a playful smile. “Do you practice ordering your dream meal, or is that just me?” She jokes. The truth was, there were many travelers that came by the towns she’d patrolled when she was on the streets, and she loved to listen to tales of their journeys while she picked out targets to steal from. Over the years, out of all the places mentioned, she’d fallen in love with the City of Lights, and on a napkin she currently had pinned to a bulletin board in her apartment, she’d written three things that she wanted to do before she died: 1) fall in love. 2) find her family (where she belongs) 3) tour Paris, maybe with a lover BONUS: get proposed to at the Eiffel Tower. She smiles to herself, mentally crossing off numbers one and two. Both were sitting right in front of her, her lover, her best friend, part of the family she’d found.