"Leaving early, hmm?" She laughs in the face of his scolding, noses touching as she brings her face even closer. "Someone's optimistic about how this date will turn out." A quick peck on his lips. "Pretty confident about getting lucky, aren't you? Maybe I've been giving it to you to easily?"

A wink before squeezing his cheeks in her hand and teasing. "But isn't this my treat? I can take it at whatever pace I wish."

Brooklyn trots back over and gently headbutts against Ivy's leg, who smiles at her and pulls back a little from Newt, still keeping her arm linked with him.

"We're coming, pet."