"If I decide to. That...was wonderful enough to make me debate the issue, Mistress." Ivy replied, shrugging slightly. At seeing her outfit, though, she blinked and asked. "If I may...may I ask why you dress in such...flamboyant outfits, Mistress Midnight? They don't seem terribly practical."<br/><br/>She was hungry, though, and she went along with Midnight, looking around curiously. The warm haze was still coursing through her, and she paused on seeing the woman...a quarter elf, perhaps?<br/><br/>But at the offer she frowned, trying to decide on what she could handle, then shrugged. "I...well, I suppose something lighter...a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich with a bowl of potato soup garnished with bacon, Mistress Midnight?"