Lyra sat herself down, feeling like she was having some kinda dream. This was like, the best seat in the bar, right up close to the turtle tank, and she'd been in here a few times before but never been lucky enough to snag this particular spot. It seemed like a pretty amazing omen. Also, she'd just hugged her dad, her actual forreal dad, and there was kinda a dreamlike quality in the fact that he smelled nice, and there was absolutely no threat in his nervous energy (though there hadn't been any in Avery's either) and "Pride flags?" she echoed, in surprise, because she hadn't expected his enthusiasm there.
Okay, not homophobic, tick. And totally open for questions, tick. But first, they should tick off drinks, because Lyra wanted something to do with her hands and if she didn't get a glass in them she was going to start picking at the table or her hair or whatever else her nervous fingers could find to pick at. "Do you go to Pride?" she asked as they stood up to order (the bar itself was in lunging distance of their table, another reason why it was the best spot, no chance of losing it when they needed to refill their glasses.) It had not been a question on any of their lists, but, the need to rely on lists and notebooks didn't seem as urgent, tonight.