Seeing Kate's peculiar expression, Ivy couldn't help but press further, "Do I not look... appetizing to you?"
Kate stood there like a wooden statue for a long moment, abandoning any attempt to solicit Ivy's opinion and directly deciding on lunch herself.
Although Kate was a disaster in the kitchen, she was exceedingly particular about food. While she wouldn't show it when eating boxed lunches at work, at home she refused to settle. Whenever she encountered a skilled chef, she'd make a note of it. Being a regular at many private eateries, even those that didn't offer delivery would send meals to her with just a call.
Left to her own devices, Ivy didn't retreat; instead, she became even bolder. As soon as Kate hung up the phone, she leaped from the sofa and ran over. "Don't you love spicy fish? I'm feeling quite... spicy and fishy myself." Having such a beauty at home, yet all she could think about was eating.