Avery had to think about it. "Cis, white and rich, anyway," he said, not sure about straight. Even though Avery was two of those three things, and the third, well he grew up pretty rich, but he'd realised the error of his ways. "Lyra won't believe it so I told her not to call me unless it's with an apology. Won't even give me a chance." He sulked down in his chair again, stuffing a hashbrown into his mouth with his fingers.