As far as Lyra's concerned, the Dusk Stone is plenty. Her Darkness doesn't need much ornamentation to be the most handsome Honchkrow in the region. She holds her own head up, clearly pleased at the praise.

"Always the flatterer, my love. And how proud and dignified you look tonight. Why, you're the best thing I've seen all night."

It's bad enough listening to them croon at each other over the 'Gear, but this? Is just the worst.

It really doesn't help that the last time he spoke to Walter they were both high out of their minds on sunshine or whatever that was.

"Hey, Walter."

He's keeping a mostly neutral tone himself, but the awkward grimace is hard to hide.