Lydia chuckled as she cleaned out Cleo's box, the memory of the previous evening distracting her from the odoriferous and unpleasant task. She cautioned herself to be careful. She really didn't want to offend Chaz, not that she'd seen him for some time. Probably off giving a show. Anyway, Wilson should be entertaining at any rate.

/If only I was good at pranks. There *has* to be one in this somewhere. Fluorescent paint and black light -- ye gads!/

It might be wiser if she avoided Wilson and the Art School again, but her line wasn't noted for conventional wisdom. Ah well... it would make a change from cat poop.