Rosario was doing the math even as Lyra spoke, and her eyes bulged. Fifteen hundred times eight— they'd taken home something like twelve thousand dollars, and that was just what was left after a mad night on the town. "You're giving me a quarter of your share?" Rosario said in a stunned whisper. Fifteen hundred dollars was serious money. Forget new bras— fifteen hundred was money in the bank for the future, it was emergency medical bills money, it was save-for-a-car money. Fifteen hundred would buy Lyra a kickass toolkit and a safety net, and— god, this was so completely like Lyra to win a small fortune and immediately spend it on everyone else and Rosario loved the hell out of her for it, but there was crazy generous and there was just crazy. "I can't take all of this, seriously, these are your winnings."