Lyra pressed her lips together as she nodded, unscrewing the lid of the bottle again. "She thinks I'm an idiot who's ruining my life," she said, pretty mildly, for what it was. "And it ain't like I can't see where she coming from, if it was someone else, but it's me. This ain't gonna ruin my life, I just, I won't let it," she shrugged, a tone in her voice that said, with confidence: RIP to ever other Vegas wedding, but I'm different.
The tone lasted about as long as it took to take a drink, and she passed the bottle back to Rosario because she'd been hogging it, doing all the talking for ages. "She looked at me like she pitied me," she said flatly, looking up at the sky, still talking even without the talking stick but she didn't think Rosario would mind. "That was the worst bit I think. And when I said I was done with the conversation and outta there, she was like 'you a married women, maybe it's time you were' so I gotta go home and figure out what she meant by that. I think she was just pissed, but..."