Oliver shrugged. "You said you wanted to do the cooking." He just didn't want to not do anything. Before he started to help her with their dinner Oli took a sip of the Fire Whiskey Lucy had brought. Even after years of drinking Oliver wasn't used to the feeling of alcohol on any empty stomach and he cringed a little.
While Lucy spoke, Oliver listened carefully and tried to commit the information to memory. "Slytherin, really?" Oliver raised a bro, but there was no heat in his words. He was fiercely proud to be a Gryffindor, but after graduating from Hogwarts things had looked different in hindsight. The whole rivalry things, even the houses in general, were pretty stupid. "I don't really know what to ask," he said. "Just random stuff mostly. What your favourite food is and what kind of gifts you'd get most excited about for your birthday and Christmas. Stuff I'd know if I was from your time."
Oliver smiled a little. "I mean you seem to know me well enough to know that alcohol and food helps against almost everything."