When Lyra got to the door, Avery was waiting there, one arm leaning up against the door frame. He was wearing a black teeshirt with a long sleeved tee underneath, and a cartoon of a UFO beaming up a cow on the front, with jeans and bare feet. Two minutes ago he'd been wearing pyjama pants and nothing else. Only a slight ruffling to his hair betrayed the speed with which he'd got ready.
"Hey," he said with a little grin. Lyra was looking cute today, her cheeks all pinked from the chilly air, and he wanted to get her out of that puffy coat pronto.