"For the sake of your mental health then," Spencer said solemnly, nodding. "I guess I can let you do that. I'm a giving person."
Grinning, he stood and then reached to catch Mikey's hand, drawing him up with Spencer. "C'mon," he said. "Before -- Schechter, or someone from the Daily Prophet comes in." He led the way to the counter and the fireplace beyond, where they behaved with the utmost decorum, clearly colleagues getting a meal in order to continue working dilingently into the night, as long as you didn't pay any attention to their linked pinky fingers.