Oof, two years? Lyra had been staggered when Henry first said his workmates had given him two hundred dollars in vouchers, finding it hard to imagine anyone from any of her string of old jobs – or her current ones – doing anything like that. People came and went from Taco Bell without much fanfare, and there was even less emotional attachment between colleagues at her window washing gig. But then, she'd been at those jobs about a quarter of the time Henry had worked here and she was already itching to escape both. Maybe if she'd been somewhere full time for two years it'd be different, but that wasn't an experience she had under her belt. So yeah okay, the vouches made a bit more sense now. Henry seemed like he was genuine friends with Sierra.
"Pretty fantastic," Lyra answered with a grin, pulling up her ankles to sit criss cross applesauce at the booth seat. "This year is treating me right, y'know? I'm loving it. I got Avery, I got this sweet job at a workshop, I got more family than ever, and a cinnamon dolce latte coming, I mean, pretty sweet, all round, right?"