Re: Wednesday 5:45pm
Like Oliver, Joanie was more than happy to relieve Luther of his pizza burden. She took a seat on the floor, sitting cross-legged as she scooped up a piece and took a bite. Because she was exhausted, she didn't offer to make any chairs, though she did ensure that they were sitting close to a wall so that Luther could rest his back against it if need be.
At Oliver's question, she groaned. "They better use this place," she grumbled, swallowing a mouthful of pizza. "It's full of blood, sweat, and tears." She paused, thinking on this. "Well, mostly sweat, really." Snorting, she glanced over at her collection of eight proudly finished locks. "My sweat deserves to be recognized." Taking a rare moment of unashamed pride, she straightened up with a sly smile. "This stuff is solid." Glancing between them, she relaxed slightly. "But of course, you guys helped too." She paused, smirking. "A little."