Reeve/Lacey
"Lacey. Please, call me Lacey." Lacey said with a smile. She had never been one to be formal and last names always sounded a bit unfriendly to her, having been used to places where everyone knew everyone else's name.
She looked over at the bincs. "There's plenty more..if you eat." She commented, not sure if the robotic cat was kidding. She was being genuine. There was a huge amount of food. Part of the fun of Thanksgiving was making too much and then deciding what to do with the leftovers.
"Oh, I'm happy to hear that!" Lacey exclaimed, returning her attention to Reeve. "Glad I didn't become some strange old line dancing lady in a hat, in the future." As soon as the words left her mouth, she remembered that not everyone chose to watch that odd sitcom about her life. "That's a long story."
She nodded. "I always try to make sure I can enjoy meals with others. It was hard to do that in my cafe back home, you know, cause I needed to make money. That's one of the great things about being here. No profits or taxes to worry about."