The box is huge enough to make Ella gasp when Lyric saunters in with an exclamation louder than the little bell above the door. She immediately stands and rushes to help her friend, but she has the box on the ground and a wrist across her forehead before she’s close enough to extend a hand. Lyric has always been smooth like that. Ella appreciates the consistency.
“You didn’t have to force her,” she says with a laugh, though she’s curious to know what was brought along. Hopefully there would be something worthy of making Aunt Tessa’s book, her ancestors proud. “We’re helping her, right? You said she was a bit of a hoarder.” Which was something that she could identify with now. She has all sorts of things that she doesn’t need to keep, but she will for the sake off — well, safekeeping?
Bright green eyes light up and flicker up to meet Lyric’s gaze at the mention of doughnuts. Suddenly the box isn’t as interesting anymore. Give it ten minutes. She hasn’t eaten either. “You did not! You’ll spoil me. What a good friend you are!”
The fact that Cohen curled up on her couch on more than one occasion didn’t surprise her. In fact, it brings a smile to her lips. “Did he make you breakfast? He’s good at that.” She motions to the desk stacked with books and papers. She pulled out an extra seat this morning just for her. “I can get you coffee. Do you still take cream?”
❝ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓. But yes, we’re definitely helping her. This junk’s been taking up too much room in our attic and maybe now going up there won’t give me as many creeps –– warning you, there’s a lot of beanie babies and porcelain miniatures in here. My grandma’s a whiz at going to yard sales and picking up the weirdest stuff, so I’m sure there’s something in here you’ll find interesting! ❞ Lyric gave the box a wary glance. ❝ Maybe some of my baby teeth, who knows! ❞
She wouldn’t put it out of the realm of possibility, as odd as it was. Taking the oferred seat, Lyric sat and pulled out the small box of donuts she’d brought along, twin circles of plain glazed and chocolate dipped, four in total. ❝ I went with the safest options, because I wasn’t sure–– oh, I actually try not to drink coffee too often anymore, but if you have tea, I’ll take some? If not, that’s fine! ❞ She waved away any presumption that Ella had to wine and dine her and reached for a donut. Mid-bite, she held a hand up to her mouth, and behind its guard said, ❝ Sometimes –– but he’s usually pretty wrecked to sleep on my couch in the first place, so I’m often having to do it. Which sucks for him because I’m still vegan, and he’s still not. Some things never change, I guess. ❞
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