"Mighta gone a lil overboard..." Lyra admitted, regarding the plates for a dazed kind of moment, before blinking eyes that felt a little like sandpaper and reaching for the aspirin box sitting beside the coffee pot. The shower had helped. The shower had not cured everything. She popped out a couple for herself and passed the packet over, draining half of the water bottle to wash it down with.
The hand that screwed the lid back onto the bottle had a wedding ring on it. It was so weird. Made her heart beat faster to look at it. Made her stomach do something funny. Lyra closed her eyes, pressing her coffee cup to her lips, and took a first careful sip to test the temperature, and then a longer drink, with a low pleased moan of relief.
"Shit," she said, looking over at him, trying to work out what he was thinking. "We should toast, yeah? First drinks, uh, non-alcoholic drinks, as— as us. And then I got cake," she pointed, as if he couldn't tell which one was cake and which one was bacon and pancakes and which one was chilaquiles. "Cuz if we had wedding cake last night I don't remember it. How, uh, how's your memory?"