Lucy laughed. "I don't think Bryn's quite that type," she said, with just a trace of insecurity. Though he'd agreed to the date, Lucy still hadn't seen any particular attraction to her in Bryn's manners. Perhaps that would come with time, it was still definitely early days and she'd yet to make any sort of move herself to really test the waters. "But just in case, I think we'd all appreciate if you didn't walk in on that."
Taking a sip of cider from her own bottle on the counter, Lucy expertly flipped the steaks onto the stove. "How do you want your meat?" she asked.