The afternoon was quiet in the best way.
Lucy came back after lunch and they watched something completely mindless on the laptop...some cooking competition show they'd gotten into months ago when Aria was still a maid and Lucy used to sneak her phone into the laundry room so they could watch it between shifts. They'd never finished the season. They finished it now, sprawled across the bed with a bowl of grapes between them, arguing about whether the wrong person had won.
"She deserved it," Lucy said.
"The presentation was better, the food was not..."
"Aria. The food was incredible...."
"You haven't tasted it, Lucy, you've only seen it..."
"I can tell by the judges' faces...."
"That is not a valid metric...."
It was, Aria thought, one of the best afternoons she'd had in months.
