"I mean, you can do what you want. It's your kitchen," she shrugged, moving over to let him get involved. She was weird. Sometimes she had to throw herself into things to forget, but other times she'd rather do nothing but mope around. She wasn't sure what type of mourner Oliver was since she had never actually seen him in a situation that called for it. At least, not a terribly personal one.
"Uh," she began mixing the pancake batter. She always felt silly talking about herself, "I was a wild child, for sure. Had a mind of my own. I love all things clothes and shoes and make-up, but Merlin do I love to be outside. I played Quidditch in school and really wanted to go pro, but it didn't happen. I played Keeper and captioned, same as you, except I was in Slytherin. I grew up, got married, discovered my love for baking. Here I am. I don't know- what do you want to know? Ask me things and I'll tell you."