If he wasn't looking at Katrina, he would have glanced about at the odd place and surroundings. As it was, Ichabod returned the squeeze as he smiled at her.
"This is strange but very nice, yes," he agreed. "Much as I would love staring into your eyes, we must dance on that grass." His expression was one of playful mischief. "Come, my love, let's remove the shoes!"
Ichabod put one leg over his knee and tugged at his boot. He felt a bit odd underneath it all, doing this with everyone else around, but people seemed so... casual in this new time.