Lydia’s P.O.V:
“Wow!” Avery looked around my living room with wide eyes. “Your house is so neat and tidy! My mom hates cleaning so there’s stuff everywhere in our house!”
“Ave!” George narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re not supposed to say that to everyone.” And then he looked at us and laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head and probably cursing his sister mentally for putting him in an awkward situation.
“Alright, why don’t you guys take a seat?” I steered them towards the sofa. “I’ll get you some refreshments before dinner.”