"I bet he'd easily win one of those food eating competitions," she grins, taking another few bites of the lasagna.

Jason feels Iris' hand on his knee and looks up, only now realizing the two were discussing him. "What's going on?"

"I was just about to ask Iris when you two are going to get married." Felicity beams and John sits up immediately with a groan.

"Oh my god, Issy, I told you not to ask that."