Oliver half expected her to turn and run away. Hell, he was sure he would have done it if he'd been in her position. So when she told him to "come along then" he blinked, watching her walk away for a moment before gathering his wits about him and following after. Relieved to perhaps have some help to at least steer him in the right direction, he didn't even mind all the question ... or at least he didn't until he realized a lot of them he couldn't answer. Did that make him a terrible son? Probably. Oh, Finlay would get a kick out of this he was sure, which just made Oliver all the more determined to find the appropriate gift. There was nothing like a little bit of sibling rivalry to get the motivation he needed.
"Uh..." if she was expecting an immediate answer, she didn't bother to wait for it. He now had a million question floating around in front of him and only half of them he knew the answer to. He gave her a sheepish shrug when she apologized. It was his fault, really. He hadn't given her a whole lot to go on in order to help, so a million questions could be expected. It wasn't like .... he didn't know her name. He'd completely forgotten to ask for her name prior begging her to assist him. Merlin's beard. He was a eejit.
"She does like to cook, though she's a bit traditional and sticks to what she knows. I don't think she knits, or at least I've never seen her do it. As for reading for the pleasure of it ... I wouldn't know where to begin. And my brothers and I haven't stayed still long enough to get a picture together since we were kids. She does have a garden, though." He responded, first to her questions, before back peddling to correct his previous error. "And, I realized that I never bothered to ask your name. I swear I'm not normally this much of a mess."