Avery glanced at Armaan with a shrug. "Nah. Last year I think we watched Friday the Thirteenth, ate a bucket of candy corn, and got stoned. I dunno, nothing planned this year. Except a ghost hunt, apparently."
Maybe he could see what Lyra was doing. If they were still hanging out then. He wasn't big on hosting things, so they'd have to find a party or just stay in again.