DNA was a good idea... maybe the only idea? Well, the only rational one. If she wanted to go the rational route. Which she kind of didn't? If her bio-dad was up for some kind of relationship, Lyra didn't want to keep that secret from her family, and if he was going to look twenty forever then they were going to end up knowing. Lyra didn't think she had it in her, to keep a secret the whole of her life. But that was all based on if he was up for that, and Rosario was right, they had to wait till she knew more before she could start wildly speculating on how her entire family's future was gonna go.
"Definitely I want some backup," Lyra nodded, her eyes wide as she tried to pack every possible scenario into her imagination. There was always the chance he could turn out real freaking creepy, too, whatever confidence Johnny and Elaine might have in him. "I ain't going in by myself. We gonna do it someplace we know, someplace familiar but not too close to home. We— fuck it, I'm jumping ahead again. Okay, gotta work out what to say to him, first. Dear Saint Patrick— Dear? How d'you address a saint? That ain't something we covered in Sunday School unless I was daydreaming through that one. Hi? Saint Patrick? You don't know me but Little John of Sherwood Forest and Elaine the goddess of fairy tales gave me your email and I think you might be my father? That's... ah hell, that's not horrible, actually?"
It sounded wild and bizarre, is how it sounded. But a place as good as any to start. Lyra pulled out her phone to start typing, before she lost her nerve. "I guess I just talk about how my dad musta met my mom and see if it triggers any memories for him? Not much more I can say than that, hey?"