Okay. Okay, yeah, that could work. Lyra would be able to sell it. She was good on the fly, unlike Rosario, who tended to stumble over her own lies, piling on an excess of detail to try and make up for her unconvincing delivery. Fairly early in their friendship, she'd learned that whenever they got caught sneaking in somewhere they shouldn't (or out of somewhere they were supposed to be) it was best just let Lyra to the talking.
Rosario nodded, calmer this time, and took a swig from the bottle. "Alright, one, what does his dad do? Two, is his mom in the picture, what does she do?" She began ticking the questions off on her fingers, talking faster than Lyra could write, mostly thinking aloud. "How often does he see them? Are they close, do they do stuff together? What are they like as people?"