Ira slides on to the stool to join him, immediately linking an ankle around Spencer's stool to pull it closer. He's a little bolder here, in England. He can afford to be. They haven't had many chances to do much outside Gooseberry yet, and all Ira knows now is he wants more. But it's summer, soon. There's time.

He leans in to follow Spencer's eye line, which brings him close enough to his cheekbone to kiss it, swiftly. Then he nods like he's been serious this whole time. "Ohhhh yeah." He breathes out, fighting to keep down a smile. "I mean, it's stupid, and you're gonna lose, but. Maybe she'd buy you a drink after she kicked your ass?"