Oliver slapped his knee and nearly cried at Jame's ridiculous accent. It sounded like some crazy muggle western and he loved it exceedingly. "Okay pardner, you got me there. I know nothing compared to you, so I'll defer to your good judgement. Aye, I wouldn't argue with the great James Potter either way," he said grinning.
"Now how about more brandy and tell me more about how you wooed the bucking bull that was Lily Evans. Or cow...actually forget I tried to make that metaphor and don't hex me to bits, all right?"