Lydia gives him a sad smile, and nods, her eyes down as she lifts her fingers to pick at her nails. "She will," she says, although she's not entirely sure whether she's trying to convince Eddie...or herself. She meets his eyes again. "Someday, she will."

She has to have faith in that or she's not sure she can live with the fact that she's lost her best friend; her sister twice and, in neither instance had she been able to tell her how much she loved her or even so much as say goodbye.

"Not in this apartment, it isn't," she says with a small smile. Her eyes are still missing it slightly, her thoughts still caught up in Allison for the moment. "See? Who said hummus is for hippies, anyway? Give it a dark chocolate spin and some strawberries to dip in it...honey, that's decadence," she adds with a smirk, coming back to the present.

Her eyebrows lift with slight incredulity. "Yeah, I was so busy with my post-nap reading..." she says with a playful hint of sarcasm. "I can leave you to it, though, if you just want to get a shower, some clean clothes, and some rest. If you change your mind about the pizza, say the word. I can order it and a Dasher will get t here in twenty minutes, give or take. Okay?"