Oliver Bloody Wood (

Oliver hurried inside once she called him in, his enthusiasm not dampering in the slightest, and maybe even increasing as he saw her in her chef coat. "Hi yourself," he said, leaning into her kiss and winking at her as following her inside. "Do you need help putting bowls away so we can...whatever you were leaving off just there?" he asked, a distinct teasing note in his voice. He was teasing, but he was also flirting, because, really, the two pretty much always went hand in hand.

He leaned against the counter, thinking and then shaking his head. "Not at all, and I'm starving. Do you have something in mind?"

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