The world from before disappeared, returning Ivy to her usual form. Now, she was put through snapshots of time to a cheery vocal track, mostly with a similarly out-of-place Architect. A chaotic encounter at a grocery store; a time spent exploring the city; a comfortable picnic interrupted by a man jumping up between them with five dogs rushing in to lick whichever face they could reach. Ivy couldn't even keep up with all of the fleeting situations by the time the music stopped.
Then she was firmly in a silent home. It was filled with sentimental human items, like framed photos, used cup coasters, and encouraging words quaintly carved into planks of wood. On guard but catching on to the crux of the issue, Ivy looked to Architect — placed familiarly beside her on the plush, centered sofa — and formed the words to speak.
"—CUZ!"
The front door was opened and kicked aside the rest of the way. The man that had interrupted the picnic strode in as if he owned the place, shouting that word of human relation at one of them. The lower half of his body was soaked, clothes dripping generously onto the rugs and wooden floor.
"Remember what I said about trying to keep fish next? Well, one thing led to another and I'm subletting the whole place to them now!"
Laughter from multiple voices came from somewhere. Certainly not any of the three currently in the room. (Ivy checked.)
"I hate to interrupt your honeymoon, but me and the girls need somewhere to stay for a bit! You'll look out for us, right, cousin?"
"Honeymoon?" A vacation or period of time immediately following a marriage? Looking down, Ivy did see an unfamiliar, sparkling ring on her hand.
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