"Oh hey," Lydia starts to say to Peter with a smile, but then someone is stalker breathing behind her and she turns, quirking her brow in puzzlement. When she sees the source of it, she laughs. "Roman! You're terrible. C'mon, sit down." She pats the seat on the other side of her; plenty of room on the couch.

She's half tempted to use one to lean against and the other as a place to put her feet.

"Roman, Peter, Peter, Roman." she lazily introduces the two guys, not being aware that they're from the same place.