Tiffany listened to her boss' advice with an odd look on her face. She had noticed Lydia's odd speech patterns before, like she was a transplant from the 1830's or something, and seemed to have a chip on her shoulder about... something. It was easy enough to chalk up to the whims of weird city people, but it still felt at times as though Tiffany and Lydia were communicating through a silk-screen.
"Lydia... I appreciate the thought, but I can have a life and a job without losing balance." Sure she could. She just needed... help to balance them, a voice that she routinely ignored said quietly. Tiffany's tone said respectfully but firmly that thank you, but my love life isn't any of your business. "If you have family stuff that takes you out of the state, that doesn't mean the store has to lose money."