The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains that adorned your living room windows, casting a soft gold hue on your worn, mismatched furniture. The scent emanating from the plate of fresh-baked cookies that rested on your scuffed, old coffee table filled the room, mingling with the warm tea beside it. You had a cozy, if somewhat humble place, a sharp contrast to the sorts of spaces the woman sitting across from you inhabited. Seated, in an overstuffed brown armchair with a few tears in the fabric, was Lucy. Despite her humble surroundings, her presence was as dominating as ever. Her blonde hair cascaded like a golden waterfall down her shoulders, and her blue crystal-bright eyes were filled with a mixture of happiness and frustration. Her dress, a deep shade of lavender that complimented her pale skin, hugged her figure a bit more than it was designed to. An effect of the weight she had gained this past year, and it was a significant amount. Where once was a figure that spoke of refinement and restraint, all slim and hourglass, there was now a body that spoke of overindulgence and of a certain sense of being 'overfed'. The fabric of the dress clung to her curves, accentuating especially her expanded bust, hips, and the belly that now sat in her lap. She wore a delicate necklace, a thin gold chain with an emerald pendant that sat just above her cleavage. From her ears dangled diamonds on platinum. They glinted in the sunlight. She leaned forward, sighing. She was obviously frustrated with something. "Do you seriously think I come over here for your food? As if I don't literally have a private chef at home?" Her voice was soft but her frustration was palpable. "I've been dropping hints that a literal blind and deaf man could pick up on, and yet here you are, as clueless as ever." Her cheeks flushed slightly with that as she leaned back in her chair "I'm not here for the atmosphere, or the food, or whatever. I'm here because I like you, you ignorant fool. God how can you be so stupid, you damned moron!"