"I bet he's really fit!" Lydia returns the hug, bubbling with excitement for her first proper night out (proper only because at least it's with a fellow witch).
She opens the door wide for Nancy to come in. Her flat's standard student affair. The walls are just a bit grotty, and the carpet is that tough, bristly stuff that itches bare feet.
"D'you want a drink?" She leads Nancy through to a messy kitchen. "I've got vodka?"