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"Well good, how about you tell her about this little joke idea and see what she thinks about it." Lydia might have still been a little sensitive about the whole cat thing, but hey, it had been borderline traumatic. She also didn't have the same appreciation for humor that Quinn did.

Releasing a heavy breath, Lydia turned the whole of her attention down the rice she was stirring. It was almost finished cooking, only a minute or two more,, and they they'd be able to eat. Idly she pondered over what she was going to do after, having left the whole of the evening open just in case she wanted to spend some time hanging out with Veer and his roommate, but somehow she gathered he wouldn't be inviting her to watch movies or anything.

He probably had a raid or something anyways. Whatever.

The timer buzzed, and she turned the burner offer, smiling at the aroma of wild rice and mushroom sauce. As it mingled with the raising scent of the hand breaded pork chops Lydia's stomach gave an impatient, albeit soft, growl. "Alright, dinner time." She grabbed a towel, folded it twice, and used that to pull the pan of pork from the oven.

The plastic wrap and foil was carefully removed from the pan of chops, and lovely, hand breaded cuts of pork were reveled within. The delicious aroma swirling up all the stronger with the steam. They looked amazing, and Lydia was grinning smugly as Veer asked her how the hell she did it.

She considered being a pain in the a**, he was always being a in her's, but she decided honesty was probably more impressive in this case. "I used to cook all the time with my mom, all of her old recipes are like second nature now." If she knew what she was cooking she nearly always produced something tasty. Problem was she only knew a handful of recipes, and new things didn't tend to come out half so nicely. Ah well.

A pair of chops each were placed on two plates, then a healthy scoop of rice. "We need something to drink, then we can eat."

Lydia nearly paled when Veer put the obviously expired milk back in the fridge, the urge to upchuck barely contained. There was the microscopically slim chance that perhaps he had put it back so it wouldn't spoil further before he got a chance to deal with it properly on garbage day, but she severely doubted it.

She was a little dubious now on whether or not she should accept anything from his fridge, but she was thirsty, and soda didn't really go bad. Flat yes, but never curdled. Besides, gamers valued their caffeinated, carbonated beverages. Of all the things in there, those were probably the only thing worth risking. "Um." Still, her reluctance was obvious. "Coke is fine."

A glance was spared towards the sink and the pile of cups around it. There wasn't a snow flakes chance in hell she was going to drink out of one of those, but if the plastic cutlery and china was any indication, surely there were disposable cups as well.

There was nothing safer then individually sealed cans! If she hadn't been watching for the toss she very likely would have missed it, fumbled the can, or something else equally embarrassing. Lucky for her she'd been watching him, so when he lobbed the coke her way she caught it easily in both hands, then shifted it to one so she could pick up her plate with the other and follow him out into the living room.

As with the kitchen, she had her obvious reservations on the state of the living room, but considering it was currently where Pascal lived, it wasn't half as bad.

She was sinking down into her corner of the couch when he prompted her about mirror walking, and she glanced at up at him, lips pursed, before turning her attention down to her food. "Piece of cake. Like walking through air. You?" Surely he'd only asked because he'd helped deliver the mirror. There was no way he had any idea who occasionally hung out on the other side of the mirror in question. Probably..

Glossed lips pressed into a thin line as she realized she'd misheard him, and subsequently given him an answer that made no sense. Ah well. "You wouldn't," she interjected almost immediately, dropping her gaze back down to her food as she concentrated on skewering a piece of pork chop on the tip of her fork. The community center was a touchy subject, and she liked to avoid it whenever possible. Thankfully he let that particular topic go, and the silence that followed was welcome.

She used that quiet time to enjoy her meal, taking small bits of rice on her fork and settling them on presliced bites of pork so she could have both delicious flavors at a time.

She nearly choked though as he blurted out a proposal to go out. "I beg your pardon?" Wide, hazel eyes settled firmly on his face. "What do you mean out, like out on a date?" There was just no way. She stared at him a moment, waiting for him to speak up and declare it all a joke, he was a joker, she wouldn't put it past him. When it became clear he was serious though she couldn't quite help the amused little laugh that escaped her lips, or the odd smile that followed. "Wait, you're serious?" It didn't sound as though she believed it.

When it became obvious he was indeed serious the humor immediately faded from her features. It left her looking a little puzzled, a little unsure, and just a touch flattered. "It didn't seem as though you had walked away with a particularly keen view of me after we set that mirror up." She had pinned him down, straddling his lap, it'd been kind of obvious he hadn't minded that too much, but the she didn't really see that as enough of a reason to ask someone out.

Not that it really mattered anyways, she had a boyfriend now, officially, so going dates with other boys was sort of a no go. She had yet to mentally deal with the whole Chaonis thing yet, but she was putting it off, unsure what she was going to do about it.

She didn't need anyone on her plate, it was full enough. "I don't know what prompted this, but unfortunately I'm going to have to decline. You're a little late, I've already got a boyfriend." All the teasing had left her voice, and it sounded as though she was sorry for having to turn him down. "Not that you aren't cute." A bid to soften the blow.

Then she looked at him, really looked at him, and her head tilted to one side thoughtfully. "You're not really interested in me, you'd have showing it more by now, so what's this all about anyways? Hoping for more home cooked meals?"

Ok, she'd tried to be nice about it, but the roll of his eyes made her frown. They then narrowed further as he took a jab at Grant to promote himself. It had her turning away, back down to her food so she could take another bite, mulling over his supposed reasoning for asking her out. It wasn't entirely flattering.

"So you're asking me out," she ventured, poking at her rice with her fork. Glancing up at him again, and by her expression it shouldn't be hard to see she wasn't entirely charmed. "Because you want someone to go do things with, and have sex." It wasn't a question, merely her restating his logic a little more bluntly.

"And not because there's anything about me in particular you fancy,, or at least nothing you've bothered to mention." Her tone was growing just a tad sharper. "Boy, you really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?" Hazel eyes narrowed. "You're kind of stupid, aren't you?"

If she hadn't had a boyfriend she would have entertained the idea, though she still wouldn't have been all that happy with the manner in which he'd done his asking. What woman wants to be asked out for boredom and convenience sake? Not Lydia.

She pursed her lips at him trying to placate things by calling her pretty, then kind of ruining it with the word vomit that followed. "Well it's nice to know there's at least something about me that attracts you, it makes the proposal a little less random." Her tone was a touch less scathing, but only a touch.

He looked away from her, expression fading into distraction, and she stared at him a moment, mind working over everything that'd just happened. It didn't entirely add up. "What's this all about anyways?" She looked away, down to her food. "If you were going to ask anyone out, I really expected it to be Quinn." She wasn't blind, she had seen the way they'd interacted when the girls had both been cats. And it wasn't as if she and Quinn didn't have girl talk periodically, they did live together. "So why the random bid to take me out?" Her tone was casual enough, a little too casual maybe. She speared a chunk of pork and took a bite.