I Will Follow You Into the Dark

Lulu sat down at her desk, going once again over a letter she'd received on Friday, trying to make a decision.

( Dearest Lulu, )

"I suppose I must," Lulu mused aloud, before going to the telephone to make a call, and then another.

[Expecting two, but open for anyone who cares to stop by! Lulu is leaving the island -- going on expat status, so she'll be around some, at least -- so I guess this is a farewell post, if anyone wants to say goodbye.]

Lulu reached into the fridge for a pitcher of milk. "Would you like anything to drink?" she asked Liir, hesitating before coming out.

[For the other in the kitchen!]

Lulu was at the stove, poaching a couple of eggs for breakfast. There was already some fried ham, and she had a bit of Hollandaise left over from dinner the night before -- perfect for Eggs Benedict.

She was humming to herself as she worked, completely oblivious to anything odd or exciting that might be going on in Fandom this weekend.

Lulu bustled around the kitchen, organising a few different ingredients for recipes she thought might be fun to try. The door was propped open slightly, so that the expected guest could come right in (not that she expected him to, but he could). ... And also so that cooking smells could waft out when the evening began.

[Open! Although expecting a certain food-loving TA.]

Having been unable to make it into her office on Monday, Lulu was there today. Her cookies and tea were both arranged as they always are, on her little side table.

Lulu tidied up her desk a bit as she sorted through some recipes for her class the next day. The regular spread of tea and cookies was, of course, on her side-table.