Oaths.

After getting out of her clothes, Ivy looks around at her options.

There's a long tee shirt and a short casual top with a male short.

She opts for that and puts it on.

She looks at herself and smiles. The top manages to be shorter on her, showing her belly button, she twirls around, admiring how she manages to look so good after all she went through.

She sniffs the air. "The food's here so soon? Smells so good." She opens the room door and rushes downstairs, following the nice aroma to the kitchen where the scene before her makes her stop short.

Ashton is chopping spring onions on the cutting board, an apron tied on his narrow waist in a pretty perfect bow.

She chuckles.

He turns around from the sound. "Come in and have a seat over there." He points to a reclining chair in the corner.

Wordless, she sits down. "So... You're the one cooking." She comments

"Surprised? I'm guessing you don't see that often." He retorts, giving her a sidewards glance.

"No, I don't. We have chefs at home an