Ivy kept on leaning out of the window. "He does need to eat better," she allowed. She had no evidence on which to base this, but Dorset did seem like a person who needed help with nutrition. (After Ivy had gone to the Bonfire in Avalon Glen with her cousin, Bronwyn had once caught her eating a mug full of talmouses as a nine o'clock dinner. But they were not talking about her, they were talking about Jack.)

"I can take it," she offered. "If you want. I won't eat it, Dorset and I are — friends."

They were certainly something.