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Lilian’s congratulating herself on the successful weight loss regimes of her animals – unlike her own efforts. She blames Justin’s penchant for cooking rich food for her expanding waistline. Justin in turn is horrified at the matching purple outfits Lilian has acquired for them both. He’s feeling a little redundant with nowhere to go and all running smoothly at Berrow for a change. And Lilian’s taken to leaving him notes! The last thing he needs is a reminder to cut the grass. Perhaps he’s past it…
He concedes that Lilian looks cute in her tracksuit, but there’s no way he’s wearing his; he’s his own man.
Lilian bemoans the fact she’s stuck with Grumplestiltskin. She’s determined not to let Justin’s negativity cramp her style. Irritated with his boredom and interference with her own plans, she’s come up with a scheme to entice him away from his discontent and into an exploration of his family tree. It works. The threat of joining Lilian for a run in their matching suits was too much, and he finally acquiesces. Lilian enjoys the peace as Justin remains quietly holed up in his study.