"Oh, I used to be like that in sixth form," Annie said, laughing. "I could never be arsed to get out of bed in the morning, I thought I'd move the coffee machine to my nightstand!"

A beat.

"Well, what are you standing out there for?"

"Oh, yes," George snapped, "Now we remember about the neighbours!"

"Oh, shut up, you're the one who's yelling your top off," Annie said, with a roll of her eyes, and bustled back inside.

Mitchell, whose eyebrows had climbed all the way up into his hairline, made a vague sort of gesture at the house. Might as well enter, yeah?