"No problem," Ivy agreed with a grin, as if she could already see the money rolling into her pockets.
"Should we head to Grandpa Holden's first? My grandfather asked me to bring him something. My mom also told me to go and say hi to him as soon as I got back." Jensen Morrison was still holding Ivy's hand, as if he'd forgotten to let go.
"Alright. I haven't been to see Grandpa in a few days anyway." Ivy went to call her grandfather, but then she realized someone was still holding her hand. With a sharp tug, she pulled it free.
"...You made me jump!" Jensen complained.
Ivy pouted, then suddenly leaned close to his ear and yelled, "Sorry!"
"Well, with that volume... I won't have to worry about my hearing when I'm seventy," Jensen said, rubbing his ear.
