Lisa was standing in her kitchen, contemplating what she was going to make for dinner, when there was a knock on her door. She scrunched up her face for a moment, trying to remember if someone had said they were dropping by. Most of the typical visitors would just take the Floo, unless Isaac had decided to drop by unexpectedly. She smiled to herself, thinking that wouldn't be an unwelcome visitor. It had just better not be Vince wanting to bug her about something work-related.
When she pulled open the door, she froze, her jaw hanging slightly open. Michael. He was the last person she'd expected to see standing there. She managed to recover herself in what she felt was record time and put one hand on her hip. "It would figure you'd show up when I was getting ready to make dinner," she said, a slight smile coming to her lips. She stepped aside enough that he could come inside, finding it was hard to restrain herself from giving him a bear hug. "I hope you at least have some interesting stories to share. Chicken all right with you?"