Oliver laughed softly. Percy was right, if there had been a broom no one could have talked Oli out of taking it for a little trip. From a very young age Oli had ignored hunger and sleepiness in order to fly and his mother had occasionally had to wrestle him off his broom so she could sit him down at the dinner table. "Aren't you lucky?" Oli said and nudged him in the side. "But you know, you could always just leave me here if you get too hungry."
Without a broom there was little sense in staying, so Oli put a hand on Percy's elbow and stirred him back towards the path they had come on. By now Oli felt a distinct tugging in his stomach, informing him thta it was about time to get something to eat.
"I'm not going to leave you," Percy said as-a-matter-of-factly, chuckling a little to show how he thought the suggestion was a silly one. He was attracted to Oli, yes, but even more so, Oli was his friend, and leaving him would've felt like abandoning him. He was glad, however, when Oli motioned to go, for he also felt hunger pangs.
"Apparate to the cafe together, then?"
In a mere matter of seconds, they were standing outside the cafe, where the scent of freshly baked goods perfumed the air and increased Percy's hunger. "They serve breakfast sandwiches, if you want something with a little more substance," he told Oli as he opened the door and held it for him to go through first.