Until Lucy actually put the steaks on, there wasn't a lot she needed to do - so she poured Susan a glass of red wine and pushed it across the island towards her. She knew that Susan would probably have used magic to do it, where Lucy still did things by hand, but it didn't bother her as much as it once would have. Working with Rich, in an office filled with computers and telephones, while picking up magical hobbies seemingly left, right and centre had made her feel less of an outsider.
"You owe it to being an amazing friend who not only lets me live here but also lets me invite boys over," Lucy informed her, smiling. "One boy, anyway. I told Bryn I'd make him dinner after he'd had the shop open for a week - but it is technically your kitchen so you've every right to refuse if you want to." It was absolutely true that if Susan had any qualms at all about Bryn coming over, Lucy would made other arrangements - but at the same time, Lucy trusted Susan not to insist on it unless she had a very good reason.