Avery narrowed his eyes just slightly, accompanied by a long, "Uh huuuuhhhh." Lyra was good at talking, especially when she'd been drinking too, but half of what she was saying made no sense. Did Lyra have a deep-seated urge to go underground still? Even though that fairy prince guy was dead? (Were there immortal therapists? How did you look those up? Except that would cost money, and bound to be out of network on his insurance.)
"Well... congrats on the cutting in half thing, it sounds great," he said, not wanting to come across as a complete jerk here (only slightly, because she was having fun without him). "Sounds like you enjoyed yourself."