"Oh, it'll come to you..." Lyra loftily replied; it was probably obvious that she sounded much more like her usual self in that teasing moment.

If one were to have looked closely at her they might have caught all the telltale signs of a young girl fresh from a good cry, but by the way Lyra carried herself just then - chin lifted, shoulders square, spine straight - a person could have also deduced that it would have been difficult, and possibly disastrous, to remind her of that embarrassing fact.

"Later," she finished.