Rosario laughed, her first real laugh all year. All four days of it, sure, but still. "Oh my god, I missed you," she said with feeling as she crawled into the slightly wobbly, slightly lumpy, completely perfect nest. Lyra's coat was huge, the plush sleeves making an enormous cushion against Rosario's side. "Vodka as a talking stick. Guess that means you're up first?" She grinned. "Also guessing that coat means the casino experiment was a success."