Ivy was sleepy and irritated. A sigh escaped her lips. She sat in silence for a moment or two, contemplating her various paths of action. Lips pursed as she kicked the blanket from long, green-tinted legs. The flourish with which she climbed out of the bed was more dramatic than she would've normally employed, but what could she do? It was almost 5 A.M.

Hands pulled at the hem of her nightshirt as she looked down at Harley.

"Fine," she agreed with a less-than-enthusiastic nod. "Fine. I'm up."