Avery, as it happens, had indeed gone to see his cousin and be miserably attired by a man who was far too excited about this. He ended up in green, wearing a "Kiss me I'm Irish" teeshirt, and khaki cargo pants (not hating them) he'd found in a charity shop, and a green fedora he intended to lose the second they were in the door.
Lyra was so vibrantly orange that is almost hurt his eyes. "Does that make you Scully?" he asked. "You've got the right colour hair, at least." He tugged on a curl to make the point, smirking a bit.