Finally finished with Wisteria's detention, Erik decided to stop into the room containing Cambridge on his way out. He was concerned that Ivy might have accidentally breached the bounds of acceptable detention decorum this evening. She had a habit of doing that.

All seemed well though, when he walked in. He smirked at the sight of the lesson spelled out on the rug and took up a lean against the wall by the door, his arms crossed and his sunglasses still on.

Could the girl have the ice cream? He looked to Ivy to see what she would say.