Today was Lee's first day off in about a month, which is ridiculous because he was the manager who was also in charge of scheduling all the employees and other managers. For all intent and purpose, Lee had wanted to spend his one and only day-off at home and generally being a slob. Then he discovered that he had absolutely nothing to eat in that house, not even things that can be stocked up and stored for the winter or in the cellar in case the world ends, or something. This was not all that surprising, Lee was not a grocery shopper. Before, he had his food delivered, which spoke volumes about his laziness when it came to grocery shopping, and he'd rather eat out anyway. On the other hand, that made enjoying a lazy day at home that much harder; it was hard to be lazy- Lee realized- when one did not have a tub of ice cream and chocolate chip cookies handy.
The situation was most unfortunate: Lee was caught in a vicious cycle spurned on by his own sloth.
Diagon Alley felt perky today, and it probably had something to do with that crowd of Japanese witch and wizard tourists ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the British culture and cobble stone roads. Lee quickly moved passed them, not wanting to get caught up in their fervor for culture shock, and was in the process of deciding what he should choose as his choice of nutrition for the day when he caught the sight of a familiar face. "'Licia!" He waved.