could *not* resist
Lizzy's face lit up when she saw George, and she put down the bag on the table to raise one hand in recognition, waiting for him to make his way to her. "George! It's good to see you." She looked over the crowd again. "Yeah, there are a lot of....us." It still felt strange to include herself in the same company as people who were hundreds of years older, but it was getting easier. She pointed at her bag. "I figured every New York party needs a little great lox."