Mikey noted Spencer's mouth twitch and labelled it suspicious, very suspicious. "We must've," he agreed. "All week." Funny how that worked. "Which is a pity, because I was looking forward to seeing you in an apron." They'd been charming them to read names, or in some cases jinxing them, and his own was still stuck on something inaccurate and unflattering. He'd had an ode to green fingers planned for Spencer's.
"Think the courtyard would forgive us if I borrowed you for the evening?" he asked, slyly. "By my record we have a date to catch up on and an invitation issued that was never made good. I was thinking we could combine the two."