[ Watching Allison now, Lydia softens somewhat. A blink, and she drums up a smile, nodding her understanding. A beat passes, and she sighs, waving her fork absently and admitting, ] I guess he wouldn't be my last choice. But he'd hardly be my first. [ She stabs the fork into her salad, giving Allison a look of "srsly bro" and then taking a judgy bite. ]
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