It appeared that whatever he had said in his attempt to cheer her up had backfired completely. Maybe she was just bitter because things seemed to be going well between him and Lyra, but if he had heard correctly... she and Plymouth weren't exactly planning their wedding.

He pouted at the shreds of Chocolate Frog card on the blanket between them, "You could've just given it to me, innit?" he frowned up at her, "Wot's got your knickers in a twist, anyway? The fact that I smell nice? Or the fact that other girls noticed I smell nice before you did?"