Ivy Miller stood behind him, pouting as she looked at him, "Uncle, aren't you going in?"
"Is there even a place to step in here?
A girl turning a place into this kind of mess, you're quite unique."
Ivy Miller pouted and bypassed him to walk inside, even kicking the floor a bit, "Uncle, can you stop nagging me? I'm just busy."
"Busy going to the bar to drink?"
Ivy Miller's face darkened slightly, "We haven't gathered for a long time; there's something going on tonight."
Henry Sullivan looked at her as he stepped inside, "What's going on?"
Remembering something about Mia Burton, Ivy Miller pouted, "Do I have to report everything between my friends and me to you?"
She somewhat guiltily turned around to pick up her pajamas and went into the bathroom to change.
Not long after, she came out, having changed the flashy clothes she was wearing into proper pajamas.