mightbeconcussed: (Eating curiously)
[Lucy is in the kitchen mixing up something. She's got a smudge of orange across her cheek and she's wearing an apron. There's some poppy music on in the background. She swipes a finger through the batter in the bowl she's working with and sticks it in her mouth then looks up to the device, gives it a bit of an 'oops, caught red handed' look, takes her finger out of her mouth and smiles.]

Okay, so Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I don't know what sort of traditions everyone has and I know not all of us are from the United States but if you ask me, Thanksgiving is about getting together with your friends and your family and eating. A lot. That means I'm busy cooking. A lot.

If I know you, I've talked to you or you're all alone tomorrow and don't want to be, you're invited to my place for Thanksgiving. I promise there will be a lot of food. I'm even making vegetables without chicken broth, Stephen.

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Jun. 2nd, 2011 10:12 am
mightbeconcussed: (crooked halo)
It's really ______ to be ________. I've been ________ for at least a couple of __________ and I think I ________

enough ___________ to ________ ___ ________. I should hire a ____________.
mightbeconcussed: (Pouty)
[Lucy is sitting on a balcony, legs between the railings. She's swinging her feet back and forth and looking down. When she speaks her voice isn't as chipper as her words want to be.]

So many tourists. I never got the whole New Yorkers being rude over tourists thing. I sort of do now. You wish they'd just go away.

Unless the City wants to bring McElroy to see me. Or JP Wilson.

Hey if we can get dead people here is it too much to ask to see The Bear? I mean really.

I'd settle for Momma or Daddy though. Just to say hi and get that caramel apple pie recipe. Maybe have a drink.

Or I'd arrange a meeting with Bear and Saben. They could talk strategy and I could listen.

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