Oliver spun around and caught the paper, his gaze darting hectically between Alicia (looking nice tonight, he noticed) and the candles in his hand.
"Er..." Oliver said eloquently and started at the candles as if he didn't quite know what to make of them. "I plead innocent. I have no idea how they got here." He fixed wide, slightly panicked eyes on Alicia and dropped the candles. "No idea at all. Nada. Zip. They were just...there and I'm sure you're hungry, aren't you?"
He reached for the basket and picked out the first thing he got his hands on - which happened to be an apple. Oliver smiled and lightly threw the apple at Alicia, trusting her to catch it with her usual ease. "Come on, Lish, before this turns into awkward central, why don't we take a deep breath, remember that this is a non-date and I break out the food? I brought enough to feed a whole Quidditch team. Speaking of which..."
Oliver risked a first look at the paper and almost gagged. "Dressing a Qudditch team in pink is just wrong. Let's see if the report is a good one at least. I really don't fancy reading about some Quidditch player's favourite food or childhood memory." He flipped through the pages with a growing frown. "Have you read this already?"