Er. He'd been expecting a lackey job, not... suddenly being treated like someone who had a hand in very important decisions.
Freezing up, Oliver stared, suddenly incredibly nervous. What if he picked the wrong thing? What if nobody liked what he picked? What if the cupcake that was named after him was universally disliked? He'd have to grow a beard and change his name and move to New Zealand! Oh, god, this was why nobody ever asked him to make decisions or speak in public, he was so bad at it.
"Um." Oliver would deny that that was a squeak. He did not squeak. "The stawberry and cream looks good?" Because people like to have a range of choices, right? Like, chocolate was good, but sometimes people liked savory, he guessed. And some people didn't even like chocolate.