“You can explain while we walk,” said Bran, and his voice was light again, almost pleasant. Ironically it just accentuated the anger she could feel simmering beneath those words.
She sighed. “I guess you wouldn’t believe me if I said the money was good,” she tried.
“No, I wouldn’t,” he replied airily. He didn’t elaborate; Lyra knew it was a weak lie even before she had said it. The President wasn’t made of infinite money, but she had more than enough to supply Lyra’s personal needs. And Lyra had never been a big spender, even if she did make a lot of purchases that Bran would have found frivolous and unnecessary.