With a little laugh, Lydia shakes her head. "I'm sure they're great, but if I'm going to be in the business of choosing siblings, I'm more in the market for a sister," she says. To his comment in reply to Allison, she gives a little shrug. Every day, she feels a little stronger. She still feels like it's her fault — because it is; she wasn't a good enough friend. She wasn't a good enough banshee — but she's moving on. She's finally been able to become closer with Malia and Kira rather than intentionally keeping them at an arm's length in an attempt to keep from accidentally overwriting her friendship with Allison. She's grieved and accepted; she's feeling better now. It doesn't hurt so much to talk about her. "Crazy things happen on the full moon," she mutters with another little shrug, this time paired with a sad smile. It isn't a literal reference, but in general, she means that it was something supernatural. She misses Allison, still, but she honors the sacrifice her best friend made for her by continuing on. Like now: cute boy requires a new friend.

She follows him to the door and then out of it, unlocking her car with a little click of her keys and she laughs a little, shaking her head. "Not even if it got you a hot girl's phone number on your first day at a new school?" she asks playfully as she slides into the driver's seat and starts the car, waiting for him to get into his seat and buckled in before she makes any attempt to get the vehicle on the move.