@leftlipstick you fold like a lawn chair - fold, FOLD!
It's absurd; Ivy's almost positive this argument has no anchor to reality. It's a nice day outside — just nice enough to be sunbathing at the pool, finally — and they're out there discussing whether watermelon is the best food to have on hot days like it even matters. Like anything matters at all.
Yes, Ivy's been told she's insane for not liking watermelon before, but she's never going to back down from it. The taste is hit or miss, too sweet most times, not sweet enough on other occasions. She'd rather have grapes or cherries, a constant, reliable taste. But that's true for any aspect of her life — it shouldn't be too surprising.
"I will not," she says, pushing her sunglasses down from the top of her head to actually block the sun. "You know we're wasting time on this ridiculous argument, right? Agree to disagree or something, I'd much rather focus on some more fun things on my day off."
Or relaxing, really, that's all she needs. Futile arguments are a waste of time on Sundays specifically because it's normally her one day off and, well, Ivy's not one to ruin that, or let a stupid argument do it for her. “It’s a weird taste, I don’t like it.”
