"So you've a home full of wee beasties then?" He leaned his elbow on his knee, resting his chin in it. He listened as she explained, grinning a bit as she started singing.
"So you're just watching a bunch of drunks make arses of themselves. And I ken what the radio is." Oliver pondered for a moment before grinning. "Do they have Queen in these Carry Oakie machines?" If so, well, that was a different story entirely. The mischievous grin on his face said he was clearly warming up to the idea.
"Woah, woah, wait! What's this about you knowing all my mates and I'm just now meeting you?" Oliver looked skeptical, but teasing.