A/N: Short little drabble. More about this family I’ve made up for Lester, basically. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I own only Liz. Oh, and Kathy (Lester’s ex-wife) and Nicky and Jamie (the boys), but they don’t really come into this.

Sir James Lester looked at his daughter.

Elizabeth Alison Lester looked back.

“Do you like the new flat?” Lester said carefully. Liz must be fond of him, he knew, or he wouldn’t have chosen to live with him instead of with her mother and the boys after the divorce, but then again Liz and Kathy had never got on terribly well –Lester diagnosed an unfortunate but irrevocable clash of personalities- and she was looking terribly nervous now she was here at the flat they were going to share. He might just be the more tolerable of two evils.

It would be a pity if that were true. He’d been ridiculously, illogically happy when Liz had stared down the social worker and said so definitely that she wanted to live with him, not her mother. And damn if that girl didn’t have an impressive evil stare, even at thirteen. He was proud of her.

Liz smiled tentatively. “Yes. It’s really nice. I like my room, too,” she added.

Lester smiled. “I’m glad. You can paint it whatever crazy colour you like provided it’s not orange, pink or some hellish combination of the two.”

Liz grinned. “Promise.”