Jem looked absolutely charmed – first by his humble admittance that he wasn't special, then by his confetti miracle proving that he totally was – and Jemma's eyes went wide for a moment before she burst into a laugh at the sudden appearance of confetti. Off to one side, Lyra bit her lips together, but not because she was trying to stop herself saying something. She didn't know what she should say, what she could say, but she was really glad that Patrick didn't seem to be feeling awkward about this.
She literally had no idea if her mom was gonna insist Jemma say a proper hello to Patrick (to what? Win favour??) or if she was gonna let it go. "You want a little drink as well, Jemma?" Maybe interrupting was the best way to deal, and there was a little saucepan on the back element (on very low) with warm juice, so that Jemma and Micky could feel like they were getting the same treats as everyone else. Jemma nodded enthusiastically, and then Micky was there saying he needed a drink too please, and Dante said if they were all having a drink anyway then yeah sure he'd get in on that, and it took a few moments of drink pouring till everyone left them alone again.
"Sorry," she muttered quietly to Patrick, finally passing him his drink, and taking a large swallow of hers. "She can be... Iunno. Sorry."