That sounded like Oliver, she thought with a smile. Though of course it was Oliver, so it was only natural. "And the outdoors have been very good to you," she replied, only belatedly noticing that that might be construed as hitting on her cousin's gay boyfriend, which-- ew.
Tracey shook her head. "Please forget I said that. I uh. Well. Interesting." But work was a safe topic, even if it was going to bore Oliver to tears. Maybe if she could stop blushing, she could start talking about something interesting, later. "I'm trying to learn how to paint wizarding portraits. You know, those that talk. I've tried asking a painter, but the only one who would say anything to me so far told me to 'just paint'." Tracey added air quotes. "I've asked a painting in the house, but he was always an old grouch, I'm told. Now I'm at a book. And it's... There aren't words in the English language to describe how painfully boring it is. There really aren't."