Lucy probably would run with it. She likes his answer though. As for that very important realization, she hasn't had it yet. She tries not to think too much about how very much she feels for Derek, how very much she's falling in love with him despite all her attempts at not doing just that. Instead she hums a little and leans into him. Honestly, if he moved away right now, she'd probably fall off the bar stool she's precariously perched on. "In that case, I think you should spend more of your time with me. Days. Nights. I'm not particularly picky."

She shrugs a bit. "It never hurts to have luck on my side." She shivers a bit when he whispers in her ear, when his lips brush against her skin. "I'll start planning the celebration," she tells him.