Everything, for Lydia, is about appearances. In that way, she can control exactly what people think of her: it's a talent, truly, and one she's very proud of.

"True," she admits mildly, tipping her head to one side slightly, her hair tumbling a little further over her shoulder. For another moment, she ponders the offer. It's not like the party needs her immediately. "Sure. Why not. Show me which games you're good at, and I'll pick something out," Lydia offers, letting a smile curve her lips as she hugs her stuffed toy to her chest.