Lyra had started to lift her coffee just as Henry got to the spooky bit, and a proper shiver ran down the back of her neck. She squirmed, thrilled and excited, taking a quick sip and setting her cup back down so she could keep listening intently to the story.
And thinking, too, how proud she was of Avery to keep investigating ghosts after Xander and friends had put him in hospital when he was fifteen. Like. Other people would've let that deter them, but not her Avery. Lyra propped her head up with her left hand, mouth pressed against her wedding ring as she watched Henry speak, loving every minute of this.