"Oh that, alright sure," Lyra said, poking out her tongue at him. "So much for my mental pictures of Santa's corrupted-little-helpers." He kept laughing, and so long as he was laughing about it she was gonna follow his lead and laugh about it too. "I ain't never had to deal with creepy uncles – mom's an only child – but if we swapping inappropriate fam stories, my mom did take me on a picnic to a nudist colony once."