Tap-tap... tap-tap... tap—oh, a customer. Putting a thing smile on, Owen retrieved a glass from under the counter. The gentleman's age didn't deter him from anything, although it did certainly start the gears turning in his head — he was about George's age... so why did his husband look so much younger while this man did not?

"We'd be outta luck as a pub if we didn't have ice," he confirmed. No need to make it obvious he wasn't paying due attention. "Assuming you want it in your drink, aye?"