Lyra scrunched her nose and turned her face enough to bury her nose in his neck a bit before he mentioned breakfast and then... oh helga, coffee! She stretched her legs out, stretched until she could feel it in her toes then popped up quick, blanket dropping to her waist as she did so.
There appeared to be not one single hint of a shyness left in her bones for she sprawled her naked body over his just to reach the otherside of the bed where her clothes seemed to be laying in a semi-neat sort of pile.
"Coffee sounds heavenly, sounds brilliant... sounds like, say, where did my dress go?"