George had flipped two fingers at Charlie for the crack about his hag-admirer, and greeted him with a friendly smile, but then gone back to work, letting Fred socialize while he rang people up and then helped a few people find what they were looking for.
"Tom starts licking his lips whenever we come in. Old codger doesn't know what to do if we're not in there paying for pints," George offered as he came over, once the last of the customers were chased out. They'd been over there more than usual lately, since the girls weren't exactly in a frame of mind to put up with their plonking themselves in the middle of their flat and begging for food. George gave Charlie a clap on the arm as a more personal hello, now that he wasn't busy. "Good to see you, Professor," he teased, wrinkling his nose at the title.
George had a smear of something vaguely greenish on the collar of his shirt, and a little charred patch of skin on the inside of his wrist. But neither were enough to make him think he had to go up to the flat before he went out anywhere. Or bother about fixing it. "You said fish and chips, right?" He thought he'd heard that, anyway. "What about that place we went with that bloke we were buying packing supplies from, that time? It was pretty good."