"You? A freak? I already been knew that," Lyra said, taking Rosario's arm again with a great deal of love. "So no big knock-me-down surprises there."
Three generations, not five... maybe something had happened back in the seventies. Maybe something about the world had changed, and he'd... what, sprung into existence? Been awoken? That was an uncomfortable thought. "Y'know, normal people have more than three generations in their families," she said, actively trying not to slide into that rabbithole, now. She didn't want to think about where Archer went when he wasn't... doing his 'I'm young and beautiful and talented' thing for handful of years he did it. She couldn't imagine him in some sort of stasis, but she'd seen him party; she could definitely imagine him at an endless, unstoppable revel. Really... it would be comforting if Rosario could prove that he was a normal human who was just rich and eccentric.
But... if he was normal, didn't that just make what had happened to Lyra more impossible to believe?