Dale took the opportunity to find his way to the bathroom.  Lyra, remembering his solitary preference, waited outside until he was done before going in herself, then the two of them walked back to the conference room together.  Fancy Pants had already returned with a tall pitcher of juice, from which he had already poured three glasses.  Lyra took hers gratefully, before taking a seat on Dale’s right, where she could watch over his shoulder as he showed the drawings to Fancy Pants.