Lydia doesn't love the buzzing in her head, but there are times when it comes in handy. Like right now. She isn't getting any warning signs that being a good Samaritan is going to backfire on her. So when the boy nods and agrees, Lydia nods back and smiles, handing some of the bags to him before leading the way up to the front door.
"You're welcome," she chirps as she unlocks the front door and pushes it open. Her little dog immediately greets them with a barrage of noise, barking and claws clicking on the hardwood floor as he scampers excitedly in circles. "Hi, baby! Yes, I'm home. Yes, I'm home. Let me in," she says, grinning, in the playful voice she always uses for Prada when she gets home.