What were real families supposed to be like? Avery only really had his own and Armaan's to compare to, and they were both so dissimilar that it was kind of hard. Loud siblings seemed to be a theme, but Lyra's only sibling wasn't going to be there, and besides, wasn't that loud.
Lyra kept squinting at him, until he caught her at it and she tried to distract him with a kiss. She seemed nervy, holding onto his clammy hand until they arrived, and only then letting go when the man with wild red hair appeared at the door. Avery had seen a photo so he wasn't shocked at Patrick's appearance at all. He was kind of exactly how he was supposed to be really.
Holding up the bag with the cans in it, Avery nodded. "Hello, sir," he said, slipping into the hospitality he'd had drummed into him as a child. "Nice to meet you."