"Holy shit, me too," Lyra said, the tone of her voice carrying the grand scale of the news as she pulled back, but she still grinned and posed properly in her coat, because the grandness of the coat also demanded recognition. "C'mon, I made us a nest," she said, grabbing Rosario's hand and pulling her round to the most sheltered corner of the roof where she'd dragged two loungers together. One had a wobbly leg and the slats on the other were an infected splinter waiting to happen but if you chucked an army surplus blanket over them and didn't mind a wobble they were okay. Lyra had an army surplus blanket and didn't mind a wobble, so they were set, and the blanket was big enough they could pull it over their legs as well, make a shared pocket of warmth and vodka and sisterhood and secrets.
"God, there's just so much," Lyra shook her head as she climbed into the nest. She wanted to blurt is all out immediately, like, immediately but no, they needed a system. Well, Lyra needed a system, or else she really was gonna talk all over Rosario. "I got stories that span like, thousands of miles and you met a wizard and— Raspberry vodka as a talking stick?"