[Lup shoves the rest of the polishes aside, plucking up the two chosen shades and plopping the pink into her lap for later. She reaches for Elena's hand, moving to rest it against her knee to keep her swipes of polish more steady. Sure, she could just magic them pink and purple, but where was the fun in that?]

You're not wrong. It's like we haven't even had a chance to breathe since popping in here. [And really, if Lup's being honest, not in the forty-seven years before that either.] Hey, how'd you meet your hubby anyway? Something tells me it's a good story. Nate doesn't seem like the guy anyone would pick up on like, a speed date.