Don't 'it's good to see you' me. I made you breakfast yesterday.

[It's a joke, but it's pretty flat againt the tension of it all. Lup can hardly even imagine the time that had passed, and she was a damn elf.

She moves over to Lucretia, and... she's... so different. Rigid, collected on the outside. Older, obviously, but that didn't bother Lup as much as the change in body language.

No longer sweet innocent Lucretia. Madam Director with the world on her shoulders.]

You... shit, this is awkward. You look good, though.