*It would be incorrect to say it felt like a blur. The two hours had certainly been fast- but every moment felt natural, almost unnervingly so. It wasn't like it was something she did often, just that everything felt like it was falling into place perfectly.* Lynette steps through the threshold of her flat. The dull oranges tones of the late-noon sun casting a hazy tone over the otherwise organized, and fairly contemporary area. "Make yourself at home~!" Lynette sings out. A gentle giggle follo...