Re: Lucas/Isobel/Obed - 7:30 p.m., hanging around
Isobel's face creased into an expression of sympathy; she imagined many of the other people in the building must have been in the same boat as Lucas. She looked from their conversational partner to Obed, her mouth drawn down.
"You know, we should do something. There's not that many of us in the building. I can't imagine management would do something like this," one hand detached itself from her drink, motioning at the party around them. "Maybe we could have a potluck? Down here, so there's room enough, people could actually bring anyone they're not seeing in the building. Obed, we could get a turkey for everyone?" Her brows rose, questioning, as she watched him evaluate her idea.
"Just something to give everyone something normal for an afternoon or evening? I'd suggest our apartment, but I'm not sure it would be big enough." That, and she wasn't yet ready to have that particular sanctity invaded, not when she'd just moved back into the space.