Lyra let out a breath, shaking her head at herself with a sheepish grin because he was right, and she knew he was right, and if she'd given herself a minute to think about it she woulda made it to that same conclusion herself. Apologising for the behavior of other people was bullshit, it wasn't really on her (except she was the one who'd invited Patrick over, she was the one who'd decided telling her mom was a good idea, she was the one who created this situation so... maybe Lyra would have taken quite a lot longer to reach the same conclusion by herself, after all.)
But, no matter, cuz he was right. "Screw worrying, then," she said, and reached over to tap her mug against his. "Today's for celebrating, anyways. Wait till you try my chicken. I ain't ever managed to roast a chicken without drying it out but I can marinate it in lime and grill it with cilantro. Fact the oven's almost up to temp, better get it going. Sound good? You know it does."