Marital funds kinda made her head spin a little, though to be fair, it was currently very, very prone to spinning. But shit, marital funds. Was that funny? Scary? Something else? Lyra licked her fingers and put her plate away to pick at again later (on the floor, cuz she refused to get outta bed again, but pushed far enough away that she wasn't gonna step in it, probably) then crawled over to the bag at the end of the bed, snatching up a fifty as she went.
"Yeah, the hoard..." she said, dragging it back up to the head of the bed so she could slump down on the pillows, lying on her side facing him as she pulled a handful of notes out of the bag. Hundreds, fifties, a buncha smaller notes that were probably change from something— cuz they'd gone shopping, right? Had to get that veil somewhere.
Splitting it was right, though. No question there. They'd put in the same amount at the beginning and yeah, it was her luck (probably??) that'd won them the day but she wouldn't've even been there if it wasn't for him. "There's like, thousands here..." she said, grabbing another handful just to check it wasn't any different from the first, but then all of a sudden the numbers were too overwhelming for her spinning head and she let the bag go over the side of the bed behind her (already forgetting her breakfast was down there, but luckily not right beneath it.) "Fuck, that's a job for later!" she said, feeling just on the edge of hysterical. "D'you think hoard is the right word? Whaddya call a leprechaun's gold, a stash? Ain't I more leprechaun than dragon?"
Oh god, the shaking of the – was it laughter? – made her head hurt, and she pressed her hand against her forehead. "Hahaha what am I?"