"Actually, I'm not all that nervous. If something happens, it happens. I've done what I can to avoid it, but...when my time comes, I've always thought I should meet it with grace." Ivy replied with a slight smile, then got up, stretching. "But I'll make food, yes. I do believe I can do something reasonably nice...hmm..."<br/><br/>Heading to the galley, Ivy considered for a few minutes before pulling out the things to make some bourbon chicken for the others, and got to work on the lunch, humming to herself as she worked.