It wasn't the weirdest thing Lemy had ever asked her to do, but it still felt strange.

"Can you help me with this eyeliner?"

"I don't know anything about makeup, Lemy."

"But you're a girl." He countered.

Of course, he was correct. But it was one of those uninformed leaps of logic Lyra often expected from her little brother. Lyra really didn't know anything about makeup and she certainly didn't use it herself. There was no particular reason, even thought she usually worked to present herself as femininely as possible. One of the things Lyra prided herself on besides her maturity was being practical, and the effort just didn't seem worth it every morning for another day on the road.

She didn't think it was whorish though. Or out of place on boys. Lyra's mother was a rock star, and Lyra had been seeing people in that scene her whole life. Makeup was a big part of it. The teen could remember countless mornings when she was little, some of them before Lemy was even born, in the bathroom with her mothers while they applied makeup for their shows or whatever else. They were so vivid Lyra could still remember exactly how they'd done it, enough that she thought she could do it herself. Even though Lemy had memories just like it, Lyra undoubtedly held more experience.

"I suppose I could try..." She offered.

Lyra was surprised by just how naturally it all came to her. She'd never handled a brush before, but her hands were delicate enough to handle it like an expert. It was also the longest Lyra had ever seen Lemy stay still. After 10 minutes, both considered it a success. Lemy was hyping himself up in the mirror behind him. Lyra felt pleased with herself.

"What about nails?" He asked next. Just like eyeliner, Lyra had seen it enough to be confident she could do it, and she was right. Lemy would spend the next few hours admiring himself in their mirror, then immediately running to their moms when they finally came back.