The laugh rippled through Lyra's shoulders, jostling Rosario even under the cushioning thickness of the coat. It tugged the reluctant corners of Rosario's mouth, and though her own answering laugh was a silent huff of air, maybe a little bit of pent-up tension escaped along with her misting breath.
"You know it," she promised. "Friday night, full debrief." Rosario owed Lyra the juice on Merlin as well, especially after going to talk to him without her. Not that she had any actual juice, but the plain tap water (glittering as it was with illusory galaxies) was wild enough and she knew Lyra was gonna want every strange detail. Later, though: right now it was time to stop hogging the talking stick. Rosario pushed the bottle towards Lyra. "Your turn. I know you got more to spill."