RAGING speculation coming up, so get the popcorn and a blankie....
The whole dynamic between Lumber, Ralphie and Hannibal is "weeyurd ayyy eff" as somebody would say. Annoyingly.
Granted, Hannibal may well just naturally look like a bulldog chewing a wasp but she's never included - Ralphie and Lumber do their stupid thing in the foreground (seriously? That whole mall-girl shtick is a pain in the arse when teenagers do it. It's pathetic in supposedly mature women) and put their grubby, greasy fingers, heads and fuck knows what-all else all over everything in the shop, whilst all we ever see of her is the equivalent of the pissed-off mother in the background.
Oi finks Lumber is either disrupting, or taking advantage of, their personal situation which is deteriorating. It's like Ralphie flirts with Lumber deliberately in front of Hannibal and they do that exclusionary thing that, again, the bitchiest teenagers do - they sneak peeks of her, walk away from her, giggle behind their hands, appear to be talking all intimately on the edge of her hearing, but it's NOT intimate, just the usual tedious shite. And when they are forced by circumstance to include her, like the showing those pizzas (holy fuck. One would feed me for a week) she's like an afterthought - they're all up and squealy with each other, then totally offhand with her.
Maybe Lumber is sizing up Ralphie as a possibility - Becky could not be less interested and Lumber can't be THAT blind to nuances....not that it's very nuanced. Maybe Ralphie is using her as leverage in her relationship with Hannibal. But whatever, Lumber should really stop imposing herself in their space and their relationship. She's as thick as pig poo so maybe doesn't realise - if you give her the benefit of the doubt. Or she knows exactly what the deal is and is provoking it for her own reasons if you don't.
It's the micro things that are just off. We've all known that girl, who is always around, always "just friends" with our partner, never takes a hint even if it's delivered with a hammer. And she's even more prevalent when you really, really don't want her there. We've all known her and we all hate her, except most of us get past it by twenty and learn how to deal with the conniving little bitch. Oi finks Lumber is That Girl to Hannibal.....
Yes? No? What's d'yall reckon? Have I like LIDERALLY been sniffing the cat tray again, or has anyone else got that vibe?
Oh. And go home and look after your bloody pets, woman. They are used to having you there all the time. Even if someone is going in daily to feed them, it's unfair to continuously mess up their routines and can cause them terrible stress. They're living beings, not cheap, trashy trinkets like everything else you grab into your orbit.