[Tiffany pulls her arms tighter around herself, frowning. She hadn't realized it until now, but she'd made a little internal deal with herself. If Ivy lashed out and yelled and told her to leave, Tiffany had decided that that would mean that she'd been lying - that she really had only been saying those things to provoke a reaction, and so all of it could be thoroughly dismissed.

But Ivy isn't lashing out or yelling. Which, according to Tiffany's own theory, means...]

... You know, Ivy, I couldn't eat dinner last night? Yeah. I tried, but it all didn't want to go down right. And then I woke up in the middle of the night and puked. That's kinda your fault, 'cause you put some stuff in my head and now I can't get it out.