Lyra POV

A nice top and jeans, or a pretty dress? Sonya ponders, and Lyra signs.

I don't know, Kathleen would say wear a dress, though, Lyra comments, and Sonya groans.

We didn't bring a nice dress, we only had a weird dark green one. Sonya scoffs, and Lyra runs a hand through her hair.

"So, you and Lancaster again, huh?" York asks, sweeping into the room and flinging himself onto his sister's bed.

"How did you get in here?" Lyra asks, staring at her case.

"I have a room key, duh," he laughs, rolling his eyes as he squints at her suitcase.

"Everyone downstairs is wearing dresses. It would...