Looking across the campfire once again to where Lyra sat, Garret shrugged, "Of course, she's Lyra, innit?" he grinned over at Daphne, as if expecting her to join in his admiration for the beautiful Lyra Noir. She did look a bit huffy still though, and he couldn't be sure... he could never be sure what caused Daphne's moods to swing so violently, but he tried to cheer her up a bit, "But I'd still want you there, cos I wouldn't be able to 'ave fun wivvout you, ya know wot I mean?" he looked at Cope with the same expectant smile, "And Cope and Cela, of course."