Voicemail

[mustbeawitch]

Is this how it--oh, I think it's--Yes, hello, you have reached the "voice mail box" of Miss Lydia Bennet. Please leave your particulars and I shall return your call just as soon as I have finished figuring out how this thing works. Thank you.

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[mustbeawitch]

"Oh, good," Lydia said in relief. "Her parents will know what to do." Thank God for actual capable adults who weren't your legal guardian that poisoned you, was she right, Arden?

Also, ew, learning lessons. Who wanted to do that?

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Not an urban fantasy heroine, that was for sure!

"I think they bought out T&C's stock of Gatorade," she said, not that Lydia had any idea what that was. And then she caught herself yawning. "I think I'm going to rest a little more now. I'm still pretty wrecked. But I'll call you when I'm feeling a little better?"

And they could have a nice talk about why Arden was recovering on the roof!

[mustbeawitch]

Arden was talking nonsense again, so she definitely needed to get back to her rest! Rest was important while you were recovering from poisoning, probably. "All right," Lydia said in her best soothing tones. "We'll talk later, when you're feeling better."

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Thank you, Lydia," Arden murmured. "Thank you for being my friend."

Hope that would last after Arden admitted all the lying and stuff.

"Gonna go now. Bye."

And then she was falling back asleep for a little while longer.