This hadn't been exactly how Lady saw the day turning out. Though she did owe Alastor a thank you of sorts. His arrival let her screw her head on straight so she didn't ask questions she wasn't sure she was ready to have answers to. Still she was a touch too raw in her own way. And going home guaranteed she'd be turning things over again in her head and she just wanted a break from that.

Naturally, a trip to Freddy's was in order. Only problem when she stepped inside was that her usual booth for brooding was occupied by the very reason she needed ice cream in the first place. And he was currently ogling Cindy if her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. She gave the cheery red head a wave and then made her way over to the counter to order a dish of vanilla drowned in whipped cream and cherries.

"Isn't checking out a girl's rear against one of the rules, father?" She doesn't ask to sit down she just does, crossing her legs and trying not to feel awkward to not be able to see everything around her.