Avery tensed right up at being hugged, and it took him longer to let his shoulders fall back into a more relaxed posture as Patrick chattered away and Lyra took the beers from him. Sure, he was wearing a shirt with a Star Trek print on it untucked over jeans, but he was still meeting a parent after having married his daughter rather abruptly. There was a level of respect he kind of wanted to stick to right now.
He lowered himself onto the chair as indicated, taking the offered beer from Lyra. He wasn't sure how much he even liked Guinness, but it fit the theme and Lyra had been so pleased to find some to bring along that he hadn't wanted to say no.
"Nice place," he said, looking around. It wasn't to his taste, but it had a certain... vibe, and he could be polite when he wanted to.