"Absolutely not!" There was not a single second of any day in which she didn't have time for Lorne. Fred had adored him the moment she'd realized that not every green demon was out to snap a collar around her neck and turn her into their pet human cow. If more of his clan had been like him, she would've looked a little more fondly on her time in Pylea. It would have been strange and terrifying at first, absolutely, but she would have grown used to it.
Like an interdimensional student exchange program. Even on the run, she'd picked up a little of the language and the culture. But that still didn't help settle her much. It had been horrible.
But Lorne, he was one of the best friends she had ever had. No one had ever been quite so supportive, understanding, and fun all at the same time. Forget why couldn't more Pyleans be like him. Why couldn't more human beings like him? The world would have been a better place.
"I couldn't just let it sit. A day after I got here, I decided something had to be done with it." It kept her busy, her mind occupied, and felt more comfortable instead of just a temporary home, which it may or may not have been, given how that seal worked. "I think I still need to touch it up a little bit more but it's better than blank walls." She'd even found a Dixie Chicks poster for a wall in the living room.
"Can I get you something to drink? I don't have the fixings for a sea breeze but I have a couple of juices, water, and milk."