Lucy shrugged, taking another bite of her sandwich before replying. "It's not a competition," she pointed out. "And you made this happen. I just sort of... fell into things. Not that I'm complaining. IE is good, and Richard is great, and I think I'll stick around for a while - but it's not really what I want to do forever."
She smiled, always pleased not to have too many restrictions placed on her cooking because she tended to use recipes more as inspiration than actual guidelines, and was open to changing them according to supply, or mood, or just whim. "It's a date, then."