Percy could've been frustrated that Oliver couldn't tell him something specific, but he took this as an opportunity to introduce Oliver to some different genres. Besides, he had a vague idea of what Oliver liked from past experience, so he started to mentally make a playlist. "The more I think about it, the more I like it," he confessed. "I want to promote the arts as much as possible in this village. Painting and photography are fairly promoted, but there's little by way of performances, and I rather miss that."
Twisting in his chair and craning his neck to look toward the corner of the room where Comet's basket was situated, he did indeed see the puppy sleeping there. He nodded his head and turn back to Oliver to see him blushing again. "Is something the matter?" Percy asked, now worried. "Are you feeling fever?"