Lyra had to rule out the possibility to coming back to the table with a whole tray of fresh drinks. She could afford her own, and her second had been a stretch but she'd needed the distraction, but she couldn't afford four ciders today, not without painfully pinching something else later on in the week. Besides, maybe one of them would want to use finishing their drink as an excuse to finish the conversation, so maybe bringing them more drinks would just be painfully dragging things out. Not everyone drank as fast as she did.
So. Right. Lyra blinked to make sure any tears were proper quelled, wrapped her fingers round the handle of her glass mug and turned back to the table. At least they hadn't both ramped up once she'd left, though both still looked like they were firmly refusing to change their minds. Lyra felt so selfish, being glad that Avery wasn't, felt guilty for being on the opposite side from Rosario, but not selfish or guilty enough to change.
"Guess there's nothing for it but to keep digging round him, then," she said, catching the last of Rosario's words, from doesn't mean it's not out there. "Gonna be harder, now, though. Reckon anyone would have a hissy fit if we were ballsy enough to gatecrash another party?"