Ivory gives you a playful smile, chuckling softly to herself as you vent about your day to her, “I’m surprised you haven’t grown out of tantrums, babe.”

She watches with amusement as you roll your eyes at her. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a really sassy girl?” Ivory asks.

She laughs a bit until eventually calming herself down, refocusing her attention on tending the garden with you. “Can you hand me the dirt?” She asks, referring to the large bag of soil next to you.