"Oh booooo," Mackenzie complained, and Lyra laughed and pushed at Mackenzie's shoulder with a "donchu go booing him, he ain't boo-worthy," and Mackenzie slithered almost bonelessly off onto the floor with a lament of "I just wanna be squashed."
"I don't think I've ever lain right here before," said Fern, who stretched out her arms, using her fingers to fan out her hair into a wavy blonde halo. Lyra pushed herself up to sit, but neither of the others were moving off the floor and it made her not wanna stand up again, neither, like she who got up first was ruining the fun. She looped her arm around Avery's shin, then asked the girls in what was quite the amused-Rosario tone: "And how high are we?"
"He's so much higher," Fern said, pointing all the way up at Avery, and Mackenzie propped herself up on one arm so she could look at him properly too with a "yeah, true dat, mountain high."
"We might be a little high," Fern confirmed, but there was still something of the hostess about her as she stretched a long arm out to point toward the kitchen. "But there we have pizza pies, and drinks, would you like? Sameth brought his home brew."
Lyra's eyed widened; there were notorious, notorious stories about Sameth's home brew, which made her very curious to see how much was just story. She tilted her head back to smile up at Avery from her spot at his feet, reaching up her hand to his to show she would concede and get back to her feet. "D'you want a beer, Mount Aves?"