The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

So today we’re going to try something a little different.

In about an hour or so, Bing and Caroline are coming over for dinner.

And yeah, Mom is freaking out. But that’s obvious.

So I’m going to do my best to give you “up to the minute updates” during the dinner.

Which I am sure will go perfectly well. - Lizzie! Mom needs your help with the salad.

- Why can’t you do- - Hi everyone.

My sister’s suspect domestic skills are needed in the kitchen, so I’ll be filling in...

No, no, no that’s fine... I will just be there in a minute.

So, you can... - But she needs you right now.

Okay... but you ARE NOT filling in for me... Okay, are you even listening to me?

Fine... My name is Lizzie Bennet-

My name is Lydia Bennet!

Your line, sis.

- Guess who’s coming to dinner? - Bing Lee!

So right now it’s about an hour until dinner.

Bing and Caroline are downstairs talking with dad and Jane. And so far so good.

But I think that’s mainly because Mom is still in the kitchen,

perfecting everything... anything.

Right now she’s panicking about dietary restrictions.

And this is even after Bing told her:

It’s quite fine Mrs. Bennet. Caroline and I have no preferences.

I’m sure whatever you make will be delicious.

But unfortunately the only thing that accomplished was sending her into a raging panic.

Because now she can’t decide what to make.

And I know what you’re thinking. Just tell her to make whatever.

And believe me, I have. But right now she has too many choices.

And it’s paralyzing her. Even though, she really doesn’t have that many options.

There’s only so much you can do with four pounds of lamb.