Lydia gave Oliver a suspicious, narrow eyed sort of glance and tapped her chin thoughtfully. She knew Oliver knew what she knew, and she wondered if he had confronted Reed about it... and if what she had been saying had been confirmed.
"What? You're not going to invite me?" probably because she'd fall on her face more than anything in her effort to kick around a ball. Still, she feigned feeling hurt and set her hand on her hip.
"Fine, see if I care. I'll just go do girly things."