George's eyebrows shot up as he watched Oliver romancing the chatty one. And he didn't even have the benefit of being able to block her out. George was clearly not as good at this game as Oliver. Fred had been the forward one, finding the girls and piquing their interest. George had learned a thing or two, however.
"Action, huh?" He asked, shifting his attention back to her and grinning. "What sort of action are we talking about here? High speed chases, battle scenes?" He took a drink of his lager. "I, myself, have trouble sitting still."