[Spoilers for the anime Zankyou No Terror--and some obvious canon deviation.]
"I really appreciate the help," Shibazaki's voice tugged Lisa out of her thoughts, which had wandered somewhere along the horizon line, above the traffic and bustling crowds. Shibazaki's back hadn't been quite what it used to be when he was younger, and it was as though the past four years had aged him far more than he could've ever imagined.
"O-of course! I'm always happy to help," Lisa chirped, renewing the spring in her step. It was hard, with how chilly it was outside. Winter was well on its way. Lisa shifted the grocery bags in her arms, peering inside of one of them at the vegetables and packaged meat. This stew would be wonderful, for sure. She made a mental note to be present, just in case Shibazaki's daughter wanted help cooking, but not ask, just in case she seemed presumptuous. She'd had a lot of practice cooking on her own after living in her own apartment for a year now, but she was sure that Nine and Twelve would be skeptical of her newfound skills.
Her focus softened again as her brain returned to the two boys, who, for the first time in years, would leave the hospital they'd been kept at all this time.