“I’m sure she’d like that,” Avery said dryly. Lyra’s mom sounded like she was joining a cult, honestly. Avery had gone through a phase of reading a lot about cults. “Do you want to wear a dress?
Now that he’d thought about it, had he ever actually seen her in a dress? He wasn’t sure, honestly. “Hey, do you want to go for a walk? I could show you the stable. Do you like horses?”