"Kinda how we met, him being a journalist," Lyra said, sitting close enough to Avery all she needed to do to clink their bottles together was tilt her wrist. She almost slipped into the details of how they'd both been Goldenhawk hunting, but she didn't wanna bring Apollo into this. Even though... she kinda wanted to ask Patrick for advice there, but maybe she should clear that with Avery first; she didn't wanna go making him even more uncomfortable and bringing up the Apollo sitch would probably do that.
So, she parked that, and talked about him instead. "He's smart and he's determined and he's a huge nerd and I ain't never seen him back away from nothing." Not entirely true, but it sounded good. "He just got this new job, at the New York Sentinel? It's real good— good enough that I just handed in my notice at Taco Bell. I mean, I'm gonna see if Will has extra hours for me in the workshop 'stead, but, means Imma get a few of my late nights back a week." She reached across the table, and grabbed his hand again, clammy or not, that hand was hers.