Lyra's head was still spinning and the shoulder squeeze didn't stop it. She pointed to the microwave – half hidden behind bowls and draped in an abandoned tea towel – and busied her face with her mug of wine. She wanted to talk to Rosario like right now... Rosario who'd probably advise her to slow down a little. They'd only just met...
Lyra didn't wanna slow down. Lyra wanted an instant, lifelong bond with her dad and fuck if it wasn't looking like she was getting it. She felt like she was on a roll lately, with her dad, with Avery, with a new job – why question it, when things were getting so good? Wasn't she, like, supernaturally lucky? It didn't feel like she was setting herself up to be hurt if she just, like, believed him completely.
"Ummm best dad ever," she managed to get out a full sentence, finally, following it up with a massive grin. "Imma speed drink this wine before I havta handle chicken. Race ya to the bottom of the mug?!"