Vodka, yeah, vodka would be alright. Avery got up and came over to join Lyra, leaning against the counter to pull out his phone to order the food. "Want a mixer? There's coke in the fridge," he said, and looked sidelong at his wife (wife!) "And Mountain Dew. And Monster. Thoughts on pizza with pineapple on it?"
It felt like things needed to be said but hooo boy, getting them said was the tough part.