He pulled one of the chairs out and tried to sit in it. Immediately, he discovered that his legs were far too long to sit comfortably; after some experimentation he finally settled on turning the chair so that the backrest was facing the table, and his legs were knelt under him, almost—the look of amusement on Lyra’s face, coupled with the ease in which she sat in her chair made him think back to her struggling to find a good sitting position on top of his cooler. 