Lydia Bennet

Yesterday had been irritating but Stark had tried to ignore it. Today was more of the same feelings and he was resigned to it.

This week had been far more enjoyable in the past.

He came into the clinic, looked at the display of informational pamphlets and a wide variety of prophylactics and sighed. Heavily.

"Take what you need!" One nurse told him, far too cheerfully. "Stabby's got his lobsters visiting so avoid Exam 1. Better for everyone that way. And Exam 4 is... also occupied and you could go in there, they wouldn't mind, but I'm not sure you'd enjoy it all that much."

Another sigh escaped Stark.

"Maybe I should go pick up lunch for everyone? And...gatorade?" Really, Stark just didn't want to be sitting still right now.

The nurse grinned. "Couldn't hurt!"

"It could," Stark said. "It most certainly could."

The clinic was open, the crab was unavailable at this time, and the alien was in and thinking about running off to jump into the sea or similar.