Moonspear deception on my lips

Alya pressed her lips together, wondering how to broach the subject, or if she ought to bring it up at all. There was no telling what Lyra would do if Terance took her advice, and the male might not be so forviging toward her if she burned him again. But Alya was sick of all this dancing around, and if she didn't get to do things in the bushes with Terance, then someone had to. For science!

"It's about Lyra," she said. "You and Lyra, specifically."

Urgh. Why didn't she practice before coming here? "You know, I think I am hungry," she decided, hoping to buy a bit of time while she thought this over. "Think the liver's still good?"