She'd tried to tell him Patrick wasn't a sir kinda guy, but also, she hadn't really pushed that. This wasn't like their rushed, whispered conversation in her bedroom as they got dressed quickly before meeting her folks, when she'd tried to give him a Jocelyn 101 in under a minute, this was... well, she didn't wanna go telling Avery how to behave, didn't want this to be that kind of meet-the-dad scenario. She'd even dressed way down, an old Ghostbusters shirt (knotted at the stomach, proper vintage) over ripped up dark jeans, so there was no chance he'd think he needed to wear a tie.
She didn't want him to feel like he needed to prove anything. She wanted him to like her dad, that was all. If everyone could just like each other, that was seriously all she was asking for.
"You heard the man, drink up," she smiled warmed at Avery, digging into the bag for a couple of beers so she could pass one to Patrick. She was sure everyone would be more comfortable with a couple of beers inside them, anyway.