Lydia had forgotten how good this pizza was and she let out a little moan at it. So what? If George didn't think this pizza was moan-worthy then there was something majorly wrong with him. She looked over at him as she talked and couldn't help but smile. She loved how normal this felt, like they had been having nights like this all their lives. It reminded her of New Zealand and the late nights they had then talking, before any of this was a real possibility.
"Good, I'm glad it didn't affect you at all." She would hate for businesses in the area to suffer because of a robbery. Although she wouldn't lie, she felt a lot safer having George in her apartment. Not that she figured someone would come in, but she couldn't be to safe.