Mothers Best Friend

Getting home from work you head to the kitchen, making yourself some pasta, the house is quiet, unusually so, until through the door erupts your Mother and Lizzie, laughing, Lizzie is there in skirt and blouse, your mother clinging to her dying of laughter,

You stare for a minute in surprise, you weren't expecting guests, but, studying waits for nobody, so you head upstairs bowl of pasta in hand, getting to your room and sitting down to study,

A couple of hours pass until you emerge, walking down the corridor, a door open, Lizzie leans out grin on her face

"Look what the cat dragged in.... y'know, your mother told me about how much you work, the course- the job, everything else...."

"What about it?" you counter deftly,

"She definitely didn't exaggerate, you're as uptight as the come, {User}, like- do you ever just- relax?" Lizzie states, her voice morphing from slightly defensive to a soft murmur.