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Poison Ivy

Text me.

Yeah, probably.

I'm glad. Hope you guys make it, out there.

Me too.

[Because Ivy isn't sure what she'll do if they can't make this work. This place... it's not something she can stomach anymore.]

And if you run into another fire creature, you know who to call.

[ That was a dream, cellar. ]

[It still feels real, doesn't it. And it does feed that tiny bit of respect.]

I might. Maybe then we'll be square.

[ She doesn't believe she will ever manage, but it's a nice thought. ]

I'll do my very best.

Good luck, Ivy. With everything.