A/N: Popped into my head. It's really stupid, but I hope you can enjoy it!

You know what's fun? Getting to sit by yourself at lunch because Andy is doing something stupid and helping people - setting up some kind of lame stand for Leslie's little campaign hosts - and eat alone. The eating alone part isn't the worst, but knowing that she could be doing something else instead, namely Andy, kind-of puts the kibosh on this whole, "enjoying isolation time" for Ms. Introvert.

Or is it Mrs. Introvert now?

April loses track of that, trying to remember why this was so fun to her before. She could stare at people, freak them out, and spit milk out of her mouth into her purse, or rather Natalie's purse, to accent the horror at the cafeteria. But that was roughly a third as awesome as laughing with Andy here. She will put up with it though, because at least alone is better than with someone annoying.

And just like that, Leslie makes her appearance in the cafeteria. As if being at her own setup wasn't important - and it totally was, but she was likely convinced to eat something since she likely had stayed up all night with an overly cooked fast food burger as her supper - she sits down across from April.

Not that Leslie is annoying, really. April certainly has affection for the oddly vibrant, positive crazy lady who essentially shepherded her from total apathy to almost-total apathy.

"Is it okay if I sit here, April?" Leslie asks despite being, quite literally, sitting there. "Great, thanks! I just need to grab something to eat. Ron told me that I should probably have something to eat other than these granola bars, and Ann agreed. Also, Ann and Ron are talking a lot do you think that's weird? Probably not. Anyways, how are you?"

To April, in that moment she wishes nothing more than to vanish from sight. Half of what Leslie said had went clear over her head, or through one ear and out the other, but she was sure of one thing.

"Ann sucks," April replies with a snap of the shirt's fabric around her wrist back into place. "I don't wanna talk about her during lunch."

"Oh, April," she says like a scolding mother, all disappointment and cautious worry. She shifts instantly with the strange, leering eyes that trigger April's suspicion. "Well, you look lovely today. Are you and Andy going out tonight?"

"We never go out," April says proudly. She wears a real smirk for the entirety of her input. "We like to stay at home, order tons of takeout, watch TV naked and-"

"Got it," Leslie interrupts with a raised hand. April feels her face blossom with heat and then chuckles. "So, how are you two?"

"Ew, what are you? My mom?" April lashes back without thinking. Leslie's cheery, rosy demeanor instantly fades and she nods as if accepting defeat. A strange, not unfamiliar but definitely unwanted feeling surges into the back of April's throat. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I'm just so jazzed up about this event. JJ said he was going to cater, and Andy, in fact, your husband. Your husband, April, is doing most of the waiting," Leslie says quickly, like she's trying to restrain herself from blowing up with excitement.

"He asked to be paid, right?" April asks.

"Of course. After Ron told him to ask, that is," Leslie says and April doesn't dare to hide her grin. "Seriously, April. How are you two?"

That bit of self-hating guilt washes away in that question because, to April's ears, it's genuine. Everything Leslie Knope is genuine, from her questions to her worries and cares, and in that fleeting breath April realizes that what she said earlier - not earlier as in months prior at her own wedding - might just be right.

"Actually, he's really awesome," April says quietly, looking down at her half-eaten plate and wondering why Leslie hadn't even ordered anything yet despite several opportunities to escape and go to the lunch lines. "And we... we're great. Thanks for asking."

The reason Leslie never jumped away, April realizes, is because of that one word: genuine. Leslie Knope, if nothing else, could be that for her. And, really, the thing April needs now, bored without her giant of a husband to keep her company, is someone to just be around.

Of course, only like Leslie could, she responds with a warm smile, a tittering giggle, and an honest, "That's so good to hear!"

It really, really is.