Lucy had had a strange day or so, yes -- but it had also been more than a little productive.

She was, apparently, over 250 years in the past, and in Maryland, and that was fine! That was totally fine. And it kind of was, too -- obviously, she (and the Ghoul) had gotten a little sidetracked from the whole hunting-down-Dad thing, and that wasn't great. But as far as places to get stuck...like, everyone here had been so kind, already? And the way they all knew she was new -- as someone who'd grown up in a very small, tight-knit community, it was...kind of really nice.

(Maybe a little suspicious. She'd still learned a lot, even if her first impulse was to allow herself to feel the warmth of that community spirit.)

In any case, Friday morning found her running a couple little errands -- she'd located the bank and changed her few caps over to even-fewer dollars, before taking another little walk around the island (and indulging in a little staring at the ocean, because that much water was still very new.) But, eventually, the idea of breakfast started to appeal even more than watching the water move.

It took a little doing, but the people behind the counter eventually helped her figure out she wanted just a plain coffee, and could add her own cream and sugar -- there were so many words on the menu in...Italian? -- and with her minimally-dressed coffee and an enormous cinnamon roll, Lucy settled down at a table, and turned her Pip-Boy to her radio to keep her company while she ate.

"-- don't [BEEP]-ing know, but they and their dog wandered into town and tried to figure out why everything wasn't terrible, ohhhh, so they're those kind of newbies! Fun! Welcome to the island, guys!"

And that was how Lucy learned that sometimes, the radio was about her.

...okey-dokey.

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