Lydia and Shaggy entered the kitchen. Lydia was admittedly very at home in a kitchen setting. Shaggy looked around the large kitchen while Lydia worked. There was a black fridge standing next to the counter and rows of white wooden cabinets and drawers. Near the sink was a coffee maker with a clean coffee pot waiting to be used. There were a microwave and a toaster near the pantry. At the back of the kitchen was the cooktop stove where Lydia was scrambling eggs. Shaggy looked to his right to see the small round table with a red gingham tablecloth. Sitting in the center of the table was a vase filled with daisies He turned his attention back to Lydia who was still working, now she was preparing toast. Shaggy then looked from her to the stove where bacon was sizzling.

"You don't have to stand, Pull up a chair," Lydia said without turning from her work.

"I didn't know you could cook,"

"Those god-forsaken tests did a lot of awful things to me but I've got to take care of myself," Lydia responded as she began dishing food onto the plates.

"Yes, I suppose you'd have to know how to cook," Shaggy nodded before bitting into his bacon.

"Do you want some jam?" Lydia offered while opening the fridge,

Shaggy nodded since his mouth was full. Lydia giggled as she retrieved the grape jam from the fridge and brought it to the table. Taking her seat across from Shaggy Lydia quietly spread jam onto her toast. Shaggy found it rather strange watching her eat. Not because of the way she ate it was simply because he couldn't see her face.

"You're staring again," she mumbled.

"Sorry, Lydia,"

"It's alright"

""I'm curious how often do you leave the house?"

"As little as possible. I leave to visit you and that's it,"

"Don't you ever get lonely by yourself?"

"Sometimes but Aunt Clara calls at least once a week to check in with me," Lydia confessed with a sigh.

"What if I came to visit you?"

"That would be amazing,"

"Then I'll visit as often as I can,"

"Wonderful," Lydia replied before clearing the table.

As she cleared the table Shaggy helped her in any way he could. After the table was cleared and the dishes were washed the two went to Lydia's art room. Lydia sat on a stool and turned to her work.

"You're a really good artist, Lydia," Shaggy said as he watched her work.

"Based on what I remember about school so are you," Lydia replied.

"Oh, I'm not that good,"

"Nonsense! Why don't you draw something and we can talk about your cases?"

"Okay if you'd like that,"

"Please"

"Where would you like me to start?" Shaggy asked as Lydia handed him an empty sketchbook.

"Oh, it really doesn't matter to me,"

"Well, there was one case where Velma and I unintentionally switched roles,"

"Oh? Do tell,"

"It all started when I went to defend my title as the international put-put champion..."