George was quickly losing himself to trying to come up with more funny ideas. Cucumberland? There had to be something there. Or maybe something to do with Roman times. Maybe a giant head of romaine lettuce in a toga, any salad is a Caesar salad if you stab it enough... Wait, Lydia was talking. Shit. Pay attention, George.
"Mmm," he agreed, buying himself a moment as he ran over what he'd heard her say. "Oh! Yeah, that'll be awesome. We could rent a cottage for the weekend, maybe?" He blushed a bit as he opened the front door of her building for her. "Nah, I'm just exceptionally devious. I'm a sex-crazed animal, I'm sorry you had to find out this way."