Avery followed the ball of paper with his eyes. Later on, after this conversation, he will retrieve it, smooth it out, and tuck it into a drawer for safe keeping- but for now, he leaves it and looks to Lyra instead. "Guess not," he agreed, leaning against the edge of the desk, and then fell silent. What was he supposed to say in situations like these? He'd never really had to properly deal with an event like this, except for Armaan stress cooking because of his mother, and Avery usually just ate the food and sat there while Armaan ranted away. Unconsciously, he was doing the same tactic again, leaving a wide open space of silence for Lyra to fill however she wanted.