With a laugh full of crumbs, Avery messily sucked syrup off his thumb. "Watcha gonna do?" he taunted, cramming the last of the pancake into his mouth. The hangover seemed to be easing up- or was it Lyra, and the breast he could see peeking out of her robe? He reached out and smeared a gob of syrup on her chest with a teasing smirk, and followed it up by attempting to make her nose sticky too.