R.I.P. Ivy. You’ll be missed.
(That looks like it really hurt.)
R.I.P. Ivy. You’ll be missed.
(That looks like it really hurt.)
Sandy wonders about the illustrious group of people outside the house…
And with this picture of Ivy cleaning stinky Ares, we’ll leave the Copur/Spitzig household for now.
“Argh… grrrrgl…”
“Mummy? Mummy?”
Don’t worry, Hera! She’s just trying to teach you ‘Play dead’.
Happy Halloween from the Middleground Midnight ball!
Poppy asks for homework help. Ivy is glad to help.
“So, I think I’m getting closer to finding the cure for your… situation.”
“…”
“Ivy? Girl, do you hear me?”
“…”
“Wow, you’re really into reading, huh?”
Like mother, like daughter?
Mother-daughter bonding time.
She makes up for it with some dinner (I assigned her a Grilled Cheese secondary to match her rather goofy behaviour and it’s already annoying me.) and “family” time with little Poppy.