Charlie snickered and did little more than gave Oliver a friendly shove in the arm.
"Yeah, well, there isn't a lot to burn luckily," he replied.
The night's plan had actually shocked the man. He realized that the nightly walk Oliver had mentioned earlier. He was not sure how to respond than with a smile. His eyes scanned the map and studied the rote his friend pointed out. There was a tinge to his voice that made Charlie wonder if this was really what he wanted to be doing. Oliver was a man of action, all Quidditch players were.
"Sounds good," was all he could really say in reonse.