Lyra grinned, spreading her fingers a little to look at her wedding ring. "Yeah you're right, he might be onto me." She looked over at Henry, chin on her cup, and smiled at him, a bit crooked, a bit thoughtful, a bit grateful. "Thanks for not being all weird about it, by the way," she said. "You're like, one of the few people who ain't, Iunno... planning for us to fail." She took a quick breath in, and let it go, flashing him a strained grin. "'ppreciate it, future-cuz."