"Yes, yes, absofuckinglutely," Lyra felt a little rush of what almost felt like vertigo at the astonishing idea of having both a hen night and a cousin to invite to it. "God, Roz, screw something-thousand dollars, I'm the luckiest person alive just to have you," she sniffed messily, feeling utterly ridiculous for how emotional she felt, and for crying about it, even though it felt good, now, the beginning of the release of the tension.
The beginning of it, anyway. There was still more tension out there, lurking. "Maybe even," she said, giving her cheeks another swipe with the back of her hand. "Maybe even by the time we have it, Jocelyn would've come 'round a bit."