The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Nothing reminds you of the good old days like your mother

inviting just a friend over for dinner every night.

At least the awkwardness is subsiding.

It was definitely not like “Oh! There’s Bing!

the guy who broke my sister’s heart... Why is he here and being so nice?”

Not like that at all!

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and I am really bad at lying.

You’re probably wondering how dinner went.

Well, luckily, mom did not make a green bean gelatin salad.

Wouldn’t have paired well with her attempt to serve up her eldest daughter on a platter.

But as for the rest of it…

So Bing, should I be calling you doctor Lee yet?

How have you been keeping busy in Los Angeles?

My Jane just loves Los Angeles.

Have you two ever run into each other down there?

It is so unfortunate the firm let her got. The city just agrees with her so much.

Isn’t she looking so well?

- This feels weird. - It’s supposed to. All the dinners are weird.

You don’t have to do this. I can ask Lydia if she wants to emerge.

- No, don’t ask Lydia. She’s still healing. - Yeah.

It’s hard not doing anything.

I think we just have to give her all the time she needs.

Costume theater is cancelled for the day.

You get the jest: Mon in-full mom force, awkwardness all around,

Bing central to said awkwardness.

Actually, I think Bing handled himself really well at dinner.

I think you handled yourself really well at dinner.

How is new Jane dealing with reappearing Bing?

She’s fine.