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"Can I just say? I love your sister."
"Right?" Louisa grinned. They had occupied the armchair, Reyna sat in it and Louisa on the arm. They were watching Lizzie follow Denise around, rather enjoying herself, while Jessica trailed along after them, not-so-discreetly turning laughs into coughs. Denise had complained there was no trifle for her, what was she supposed to eat? Lizzie, quick as a flash; "Privileged snowflake."
Nothing Denise did or said got rid of her or even quietened her.
She scowled at the Chase boys playing Tag, darting under the table and through the mass of people. One nearly crashed into her, yelling sorry over his shoulder.
"Disgraceful!" She chided, grasping the air in place of her cane, which now lay on the floor.
"Ah, boys will be boys, boomer." Lizzie sighed, leaning her elbow on Denise's shoulder. "What can you do?"
A bit of mistaken identity with Estelle, getting cuddles from Annabeth.
"What was she thinking, getting herself pregnant at her age?"
"Women can get pregnant by themselves? Oh. My. God. Sign me up! Also, that's Sally's baby, keep your nose on your face, boomer. And, no, you can't give that one up for adoption either."
Reprimanding Percy for not having a job.
"You will be a leech on your mother, she has enough work to do caring for a newborn!"
"It's almost like this economy is designed to give less and less jobs so employers don't have to actually care about their employees and can rake in more profit and the jobs that are hiring are poorly paid, poorly managed and short-term contracts and don't pay anywhere near enough for us to afford our own places or to live, ooh, that's so weird. It's hard to believe, but it seems to me that the generation before us were so set in killing our future for their own gain. Crazy. Right, boomer?"
She claimed Grover, in his tie-dyed shirt and rasta cap, was a pothead tree-hugger. Grover assured her his girlfriend was a tree, which did not help his case, but thoroughly enthralled Lizzie. "Next you'll be telling me you're part goat!" She laughed theatrically.
"As a matter of fact-"
"Oh, don't! Grover, you're such a joker!"
After that, she belted out Christmas songs or Bohemian Rhapsody and even Humpty Dumpty. She Gangnam-Styled, she criticised Denise's clothes, dancing and sashaying around her, swiping food before Denise could grab it, leaning on her, jiving some more. "Can't stop me now! Having such a good time. Simply having a wonderful Christmas time! Ooh, pigs in blankets! Or as I like to call them- Officer." She saluted the sausage, before shoving it in her mouth and chewing loudly. "Man, there's no avocados. Good job really- Percy, stop buying avocados! You'll never afford to move out otherwise!"
"Sorry, Lizzie!"
"You will be! I'm gonna make a super-sonic man out of you!"
"Please don't, I'm tired!"
"It's 'cos you don't get off that phone all day! Catching your Pokémons and smuggling drugs with your father, honestly, Percy, what are we going to do with you?"
"I am not retrieving anymore lightning bolts."
"Wait, what? Don't move, boomer, he has a story." Lizzie darted over to Percy, clasping her hands and standing as close as she could, staring him down. "Tell. Me. Everything."
"Uh… how long have you got?"
"What, before I leave or before Boomer's heart gives out?"
"Which… whichever comes first? I don't know."
"Stop faffing and tell me."