"Ah," said Lyra, looking at the bottle without doing anything about it. She'd quite like another sip of vodka, but all of a sudden she wasn't ready for what taking the vodka meant.
Just— they'd fought on this roof before.
And Rosario was already so tense.
What if she just picked something else to talk about instead? Though even as she was scrambling for something funny to say she knew it wasn't gonna fly. She had to say it, and it had to be tonight. Not just cuz she'd promised herself, but also... if she didn't do it now Rosario was gonna run into Jocelyn who was gonna barrel her up with a what do you think about this marriage, then? and— yeah ain't no way Lyra was leaving it to someone else to tell Rosario.
But akk—
"Y'sure you don't got anything else?" Lyra asked, like a goddamn coward. "You were on a bit of a roll, don't wanna keep riding it?"