Ivee looked up at the clock on the wall as she examined the displays of food products. "It's almost lunch, actually." She grabbed one of the nicer-looking apples and held it out to the queen. "Here. That'll hold you over for now, and after Sophie's had a chance to get the first dress altered, I'll make us lunch so we're certain she actually eats today before we let her throw herself into work to the point of the world disappearing."