Oh - no, not Lily. I'm Lydia. Guess I didn't catch the other "L". ( she sighs and offers him a smile. ) Sorry for being so jumpy. This place doesn't exactly inspire feelings of comfort. ( nope, not his lily at all. sorry sweetheart. her eyebrows raise progressively higher the more he talks and her smile melts into a settled pucker-ripe ducklip by the time he's done. ) One - I think - think - I'm flattered that I look like your wife from behind? And two, no. I'm sorry, I haven't.