Lucy grinned. "Yes, I would be, I suppose. I hadn't thought about it quite like that," she said cheerfully. Provided she was able to go home in order to be old by this time. "Only seventeen now though, I'm afraid." Years older in experience, but still seventeen in this world.
Pleased he was already able to offer suggestions, she nodded. "I can cook, quite well I would say myself. And that's the food establishment with the enormous yellow arches, yes?" She considered his suggestion earnestly, as she hadn't tried asking for work in those places. There hadn't been any signs in the one she had explored, and it, much like the Wal-Mart, seemed to use far more advanced cash registers than she had. The American money was less of an issue to the job, as she had the hang of it, she felt. "Do you think it would be terribly hard to learn to do what one does there? I don't particularly think I'm an idiot, but those people still know things about the machines in this time that I don't."