IT TURNED out that threatening to beat one's cousin was not good incentive for said cousin to hand over one's glasses. Alex managed to retrieve them eventually, after several somewhat satisfying exclamations of "Ow, Alex!" and subsequent ripostes along the lines of "You have no idea how long I've been wanting an excuse to do that" and even what sounded like some help from Bramble, though Lucas had no idea exactly which one Bramble was helping.
Lucas wished he could see more than a vague jumble of blurs, but Slade helpfully supplied him with an analysis of the action with the occasional "ooh, ouch" and "well, that's going to leave a mark" thrown in for color. When Lucas's spectacles were finally set on his nose again, he first blinked away the blur and then immediately leaned up to snog a rather winded but smiling and seemingly invigorated Alex.
"My hero." Lucas grinned and made deliberate cow eyes.