 Satisfied Neon
Her strumming naturally flowed into song. Here Comes the Sun, to be exact. Because plants.
Lucy played a couple verses before actually singing along, softly. As she played and sang, she smiled up at the plants, looking for a response in the sentient ones. And she thought about her career. And she was happy. So happy.
And completely oblivious to Professor Myers.
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