Robin glanced up when he heard someone bounding down the stairs. And there was only one someone that could be. Though he was a little surprised to see her there. Not because she wasn't there a lot. She was, and had worked incredibly hard. But it was a Saturday, and he had told her a few times to remember to take plenty of time for herself, as well. "So are you," he replied, a bit bemused. "Much needed something picked up from the kitchen supply place. I told him to sleep, though, I have some calls to make anyway."
He honestly could not have been happier with what Lydia had done for this place, and he was so proud of her. And so glad he had chosen her. He'd known it had been the right choice. He knew she doubted that people could think so well of her, but he had never been proven wrong. She had the most incredibly giving heart. And she was as loyal as Much. Not to mention, of all the people he knew, he'd felt most comfortable with her taste for the decorating of this place. And it looked perfect.
"Which doesn't explain what you are doing here on a Saturday. What mischief have you been up to?" The look on her face suggested nothing less.