"Och, aye?" Oliver smiled. "Francie'd like that," he admitted. "I live in a teenie apartment in Puddlemere and I dinna very often get to take her up to my grandmother's—she's got a lot of room." Oliver shrugged a bit. "Francie gets a bit squeamish when we apparate, too."
"You gonna take me, then?" he grinned. "And you gonna sing, too?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows a bit?"
Oliver's smile widened at her flush. Oh, so she did know who Charlie was. "Yeah, he did work in Romania," Oliver nodded, grinning quirking up a bit more. "And yes, he lives with Georgie on and off, though I think he pops about a bit." Oliver's smile didn't dim. "Sure know a lot about Charlie," he teased.