Lydia couldn't help but laugh at him. Always able to make her laugh and feel better and she certainly needed it right now. Grabbing a bottle of wine she grabbed his hand and started walking to the bedroom, Westley weaving between the two of them. "Bedroom, for at least the simple reason that I won't have to get up again when I want to sleep." She wasn't saying no, but the less standing and walking was probably better.
"I try not to complain too much about my job, especially out loud. I know I'm very lucky to have a job that I enjoy doing but some days are more frustrating than others," she shrugged as she explained. Crawling into the bed she looked over at him, "How was your day?"