Barbara hugged her back and did her best not to cry. They were making memories right now; memories that Barbara had been looking forward to making for a very long time. It didn't matter that Lydia wasn't her daughter, and may not even stay in her life long, she would cherish this moment for the rest of her life. 

Finally, Barbara broke away. "Okay Delia, but I think you should probably change clothes first. I bought a couple things at the store this morning." She produced a bag from the kitchen chair next to them. "Why don't you go pick something out?" 

"I dug through their drawers earlier, so fair warning, kid. It's probably the lamest shit you've ever seen," Beetlejuice snickered beside her. His lack of boundaries knew no bounds.