"Just because she's Lyra doesn't entitle her to an 'of course'," replied Daphne almost immediately, all of it coming out in one single rushed angry breath. He was delusional! DE LOO SHE OH NALL. And he was adding her to the same equation as Copernicus Kettleburn.

OH. BURN!

Taking a deep breath, Daphne whipped out the card she had pocketed and started ripping it up into equal parts. "Fun?" she squeaked. "Fun? Do you consider calling me prissy and generally getting your germs on me fun?!"

Okay, okay, maybe the germs thing was out of order so as if to apologize she stuck her tongue out at him. "At least you smell rather nice lately."