Dannielle did what she was extremely practised at doing in interviews when she got a question she didn’t want to answer- smile and pretend she hadn’t heard it. She was already pointing out the Italian marble on the fireplace in the downstairs dining room, and how the personal gym was just through there, and if they just went that way a bit there was a second staircase that lead up to the sitting room up there. But if it didn’t appear to faze his mother, at least Avery gave Lyra a grateful glance, dropping his arm from her shoulders and shoving his hands into his pockets.
He could see they were heading towards the guest room though, and he was going to cut that one off at the pass. “Mom,” he said, just as she was about to do the big reveal of the beautifully decorated guest room. “She’s sleeping in my room. You wanted us both here, and if you fight this, we’re just gonna go.” He shrugged like his hands were tied. Dannielle stared back at him for a long moment before she jerked her shoulders straight with a little huff, her eyes flicking at Lyra and back.
“Well I sure don’t know why you’re being like that. I don’t know why anyone would want to sleep in your room, since you won’t let me redecorate it.” She shut the guest room door with a snap. “Let's continue the tour upstairs, shall we?” She reached out to smooth the hair Lyra had ruffled, and lead the way to the staircase at a brisk trot. Avery turned to Lyra with wide eyes, oh my god, the fuck? all over his face.