"Is it that shocking?" Deep down Ivy knew that it was. She knew there was no way she actually looked like someone that knew her way around a kitchen. It wouldn't be an inaccurate deduction either, aside from pizza she wasn't that great inside a kitchen. Most of the more complicated dishes she ate came special order from Piscary's. Pizza though? She knew how to make that. Not only did she know how to make it, she knew hot to make it incredibly well. Everything was homemade, from the sauce to the crust itself and it even looked like a professional quality pizza. Ivy didn't do anything halfway, so if she hadn't had an actual dish she could make that looked good she would have just bought something.

"I grew up working in Pizza Piscary's. Lived there for a while too." She rolled her shoulders as if a vampire pizza place was the most normal thing one could talk about. "It's nice to see you here too." Better than running into him while he was drinking away his problems.