Oh he was as bad as Rosario, hands in his pockets and shrinking like that, though she suspected Rosario wouldn't be too keen on the comparison. Lyra hoped the tequila would give him a boost and in the meantime, she could blend in enough for the two of them. "Toph!" she cried, matching his enthusiasm as she bounded over, giving him a hug.
Okay maybe the hesitation in hugging Avery had to do with the secrets things and slept-together-as-practically-strangers thing, rather than anything to do with her feelings about hugging. Or maybe (and this was a simpler idea and thus, one to be preferred) the Topher hug was so that she could steal his feather boa.
"You're supposed to trade," Topher pointed out, and Lyra poked him in the arm.
"You think those big shoulders of yours would fit into this coat?" she asked, eyebrows raised, then she flashed him a quick grin and gave him Avery's hat. "There, lookin' sharp," she nodded, then stepped back toward Avery's side. "You boys got the usual punch sitch happening inside?"
"The ambrosia? Sure do! AG's secret recipe, you know," he said, still grinning. Lyra had only ever had a couple of one-on-one conversations with Topher and they'd all revolved around drinking, though she had tried to steer it round to Archer a couple of times, Topher had been a little too oblivious in the art of conversation to be easily steered.
"Guess we better go check out this secret recipe, then?" she asked Avery, stepping toward the house and holding out her hand, since it was going to look way weirder if she was leading the way and he was trudging after her, hands still in his pockets.