A thousand words are burning on her tongue. She curls her fingers tight around her plate as she moves down the buffet just to keep from pulling Lydia into a booth and quietly, frenetically pouring her heart out--how good it feels to know again. How clearer some thing sare...how she isn't sure she needs her memories anymore, because she's in love and she finally understands why.
She can't share any of that with Lydia...not until she can share her own happiness with Stiles.
Just thinking about that strengthens her resolve a little as she leans over to dish herself up what appears to be beef stroganoff, intent on leaving the moment she's done.
If she's lucky, she can get out of here without saying more than ten words to her.