Beauty wasn't something Ivy really focused on - not really. She was a practical woman to the core, one who could certainly notice beauty, but not one who tended to pause and dwell on it for any longer than was necessary. Which generally wasn't all that long, according to her standards. Even now she found no reason to reinstate the obvious, her attention instead focusing on Willoughby and what she might know about this place. "Indeed," Ivy agreed simply, her tone curt but not entirely unfriendly, and though she offered a smile it was brief and seemed to drift quickly away into a far more neutral expression.
The invitation was considered for a moment before she decided to oblige, moving slowly to sit nearby - not so far from her that they couldn't talk, but definitely a safe, polite distance. "Mine's Ivy Wreckage," she replied quickly. A name for a name was always a fair deal, at least in her mind. "Are you familiar with these parts, Willoughby?" Or was she merely passing through, just as she was?
