Lydia lifted her chin and then started to nod. Yeah, there was nothing all that appealing about the idea of a candle party, it just beat the hell out of hanging out with her roommates she barely talked to. "That sounds like an infinitely better idea than heading to the stepford candle party for lack of other options," she replied with a small smile.
She doesn't know what it is about Ray — maybe just that random connection she'd made in her head to what felt more like a dream than a memory and his name — but she decides sticking with him for now would be a better idea than anything else she could be doing to kill time before the gas knocked her out for the night.
Ray says something about a buddy system and Lydia's stomach tumbles uncomfortably as she looks down, thinking of the failed mission with Barry and how, if they'd been alone, things might not have turned out quite as well for them as they had. "Yeah...tell me about it," she agrees, pressing her lips together and then looking up at him again. "What did you have in mind?" she asks and, okay, maybe it's a little bit flirtatious, but how can she not be? Look at the guy, for Christ's sake.
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She doesn't know what it is about Ray — maybe just that random connection she'd made in her head to what felt more like a dream than a memory and his name — but she decides sticking with him for now would be a better idea than anything else she could be doing to kill time before the gas knocked her out for the night.
Ray says something about a buddy system and Lydia's stomach tumbles uncomfortably as she looks down, thinking of the failed mission with Barry and how, if they'd been alone, things might not have turned out quite as well for them as they had. "Yeah...tell me about it," she agrees, pressing her lips together and then looking up at him again. "What did you have in mind?" she asks and, okay, maybe it's a little bit flirtatious, but how can she not be? Look at the guy, for Christ's sake.