Broken Antler Fen Grandpa Burkiebutt at your service.

Whenever the male who looked suspiciously like her father spoke, Ivy found herself completely bored.  She knew exactly what he was saying - even caught the flash of teeth aimed at her dear Benjamin - but didn't find his words to be all that important.  The pale girl scowled openly at him as her brother doubled down on the whole "Grandpa Butt" thing.  She let out a sharp huff and pointed her nose in the air at the suggestion that she'd inherited anything from Not Daddy.  As if!

Ignoring him for now, she managed a strained smile to the male who introduced himself as Pryo.  That was all wiped away, of course, when he commented that she was a true Rochester.  Rochester?  Oh, no - Ivy was so much more than that!  Rochester-Ioslia, she corrected with the seriousness of a school marm.