Lucy shrugged as she stepped inside, "Whatever. I'm rubbish company anyways, so tonight we'll be on the same level. And I assumed you didn't, which is why I plan on making it before I get too smashed. Wouldn't want to accidentally burn your house down, would I? Come along then." She took his hand, much like she had done her entire life when she wanted to show him something, and led him to the kitchen. She made herself at home, finding glasses and pouring them each one before going through the cabinets to find something to make.
"You still alright with breakfast for dinner? Because I'll be honest with you, it's the only thing I know how to make besides baked goods," she explained, making a face. Her husband had been the one who did all of the cooking outside of breakfast and dessert. After getting all of the ingredients out and setting them on the counter, she turned to face her much younger Godfather, "Look, Oliver, I know that you don't know me from Adam right now, but I know you. I care a great deal for you- which, you'll come to realize, isn't in the norm for me. So I'm here, fully intending to wallow in the misery with you, until you no longer need me to."