Avery grunted, putting the ball down and picking up a paperweight with a glass globe in it. He wasn't relaxed enough to sit, so he stood by the shelves fidgeting with things, turning them over in his hands. "It was fine, I guess. Food was good. Topher and his folks came over so at least I had him to chill with." He shrugged, and looked over at Lyra. "How about you? First Christmas with your dad, that's cool right?"