Truth be told Ivy found a lot of twisted humor in making a pizza parlor as thematically vampiric as possible. Mostly for the exceptionally petty reason that she thought Piscary would hate it. The idea that he'd be annoyed about her owning a parlor and decorating it so stereotypically brought just the tiniest bit of satisfaction to her face. Maybe more than just a tiny bit.

She slid the pizzas over, that were already cut, and handed him a plate over ."You're welcome. Want anything to drink? I have a small selection." Wine, brandy, vodka, and beer mostly. It wasn't much but it was something. She rolled her shoulders into a shrug. "Fair. How about you?" Small talk seemed so awkward for her, but she was trying her best. It seemed like a bad idea to just jump straight to the point.