It was definitely for the best that her thoughts hadn’t reached toward her own family yet. Instead, Lyra was gingerly trying to sit up, struggling through a spinning head to look down at the twisted strapless dress and enormous unattached sleeves and the single sneaker she was still wearing on the end of a long bare leg. Oh no, he'd said, looking at his veil. Her veil. "Oh," she echoed half of it, tugging the dress to sit at least sort of properly. "Oh yeah."
Oh yeah, she remembered the utter thrill of excitement as they made out against the wall, waiting in the queue outside the registration office. Like an explosion of wonder as big as the fountain but all happening inside her. The feeling came back in a rush as she lifted her hand, blinking at the ring on her finger. She remembered making out against that vending machine too, Avery's hands in her hair, and she clumsily reached over (any fine motor control still dead asleep) and took his hand, looking at the matching ring on him.
And at the purple lipstick smudged on his face. And at the money in the bag with the purple lipstick dollar sign on it too. "So..." she said, her voice wretchedly croaky, and she leaned over and pressed her face against Avery's shoulder. "That was... A night?"