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A soup kitchen really wasn't Lydia's sort of scene. Before the Surrounding she had been a spoiled, single child, and she had liked it that way. After though, when she'd been forced to give that life up for another, she'd gotte. A little bit of a reality check. She'd been homeless, for all of a minute, but she had never felt so utterly lost before in her life. Call it meladrama, but it had an effect.

There was also Grant's influence. He was way too nice, not just for her, but in general. Call it circumstance, destiny, what have you, but despite the fact that she wouldn't normally be attracted to someone so down right squeaky clean, she was crazy about him.

That was how she found herself in an apron storing soup. She wanted to impress the young man, but more then that, she wanted to help the people that really didn't have a home to return to. What she had felt in those few brief moments, they were still feeling. If a bowl of warm soup and a hardy meal could brighten their day just a little, well, Lydia was happy to help.

She looked up as someone new entered the kitchen, ginger brows arching gently as she watched the supervisor shove an apron into the guy's arms and direct him towards a task. He didn't look all that happy to be there, and she stiffed a giggle against the back of her hand before resuming her stirring.

He glanced her way, and she smiled at him despite his assurance that he was an officer worker and not a chef. It seemed important that she know that, though she wasn't sure why. "And if we're sharing, I'm a tech savvy cello player, not a cook." She brought up a heaping scoop of the cream of potato soup she was stirring, then tipped the spoon so the contents poured slowly back within the pot. "That doesn't really have much to do with why we're here though, does it?"

"I'm going to go out in a limb here and guess you didn't come here to volunteer." He was probably here to make a donation, a lot of big businesses did. That didn't explain how he'd gotten shuffled back here to the kit hen though. Sure the supervisor was over bearing and over zealous, but Lyds was pretty sure she wasn't in the habit of dragging poor, unsuspecting businessmen back here to do her bidding. That smacked a little too hard of kidnap.

"So how'd you get roped into helping out back here?" Her soup simmering nicely, Lydia brushed her hands along he apron and stepped away from the steam kettle.

Lydia folded her arms, weight shifting to rest on one hip as she listened. He was an interesting fellow, and she found herself chuckling at the lack of sufficient spices and his reaction to it. "You're right, it's no five star kitchen, but it is better then nothing." Thin shoulders rolled, and she glanced back towards her simmering soup, checking to make sure it wasn't boiling over. "This place runs on volunteers and donations, it's a wonder they have food enough to serve the homeless at all, let alone spices."

She wasn't chastising, merely stating a fact. It would have been lovely if they could have provided the poor folk of Destiny City with more then just the basics, but that unfortunately took more revenue then the shelters were currently pulling in.

"I'm not much for this place either, it's depressing," not to mention a bit ripe out in the cafeteria.. "But I have an inkling as to how those people feel." She shrugged again. "Besides, my boyfriend is nearly saintly with his volunteer work lately, and I was feeling guilty." Honesty, we has it. She extended a hand as she proceeded to introduce herself. "I'm Lydia."