"It ain't cutting in half-" Lyra started to explain, before it occurred to her that maybe she didn't need to, cuz he might be joking, and just like, pretending not to know what she meant? Or did he actually have no idea? It wasn't like she'd never mentioned the tricks she was working on before, she'd definitely mentioned them. But no, his slightly stiff demeanor, he wasn't joking, was he? Okay cool. Fun.
Sometimes, coming home was like, the complete opposite to being out. Spending hours round people who would bounce off each other, verbally, physically, joyously, only to get a long uh huuuh response, it – it – it meant she had to try harder, is all. Bring him up, so he didn't bring her down. "Yeah I did!" she agreed, firmly chirpily, sliding back off his shoulders to sit on the edge of the bed. "Missed ya though, cutie," she said, reaching one foot out to spin his computer chair round so he'd face her, cuz no way she was losing his attention to that game right now. Also, she looked cute, or at least she felt cute, if maybe a little mussed up from dancing, and maybe looking at his cute wife would cheer him up? "Call tonight a warm up, second-to-last blowout of the year, bring on New Years Eve. You ain't gonna make me miss you on New Years, are ya?" A tilt of her head, and her cutest smile; come on Aves, perk up!