Lucy forced a smile. How could she not? Menstruation or not, it was possible to finish the record. She could pull on her man pants for the next several days. It'd be better than moaning in bed about some petty girl problem.

"I think by this weekend should work," she paused, "Besides I don't have work this weekend, either," her smile widened into showing her teeth, "I like the shirt idea," she felt almost drunk off of Soren's words. Everything he mustered up to say seemed so. . dreamy in context for the band. All their hard work was beginning to pay off -- as she knew it would, but for some reason all of it was just slamming her in the face. Her previous dilemma, her stomach cramps were seemingly bearable, now.

She stuck a mushroom in her mouth, munching it to the right side of her mouth; it bulged her cheek as she chewed. "Seriously, Søren," she said with her mouth full, "Just keep on talking, I love everything you're saying," she finished munching on the sautéed mushroom and took a sip of water to wash it down. A smile was still set on her face.