"Are you sure? Here I thought it might be a good thing if I started to learn to bite my tongue." She said as she was lead over to the table. Lyra knew she tended to have humour in pretty poor taste, and even though Hope never held it against her for too long, she thought it might be worth at least<em>trying</em>to be a little more prudent when she wasn't sure who might be coming in at any moment. Then again, she just couldn't resist when she was prompted twice.<br/><br/>"Just amused at the thoroughness of your idol worship, as usual. If Integra were choosing a successor based only on how seriously she'd take her work, you'd take first place against the whole world. It does ease my mind a bit to see you've redecorated at least a little bit, but seriously Hope, it's your room. It could be pink with glitter and it would be no one's place to question it." Lyra knew a little bit about Hope's extra efforts to be taken as seriously as possible, and she wished that such precautions weren't necessary at all, which was exactly why she had to point out all the places where it probably wasn't doing Hope a whole lot of good. No matter how serious the fight, you still had to be able to relax at the end of the day, right? Why not put a little more efficiency towards that instead of appearances?<br/><br/>"Anyways, how long do you think it will be before the others arrive? Do you have... soda, perhaps? I mean, as much as I just<em>love</em>tea... well, do you suppose there will be more interesting flavors, like chai?" Lyra tried not to make eye contact while discussing the drink of choice. Traditions weren't her strong suit.