Oliver picked up the tin with the cookies and let Lucy nudge him out of the way. He sat down at the table, cookies in front of him, and watched her while she cooked. He followed her instructions, taking a bite out of another cookie. "I hope I was a good enough godfather that I regularly got a batch of cookies... or whatever else you bake." Baked goods were the one thing Oli had a weakness for when it came to food. He loved eating in general, but he usually had the will-power not to eat the things he shouldn't. But cookies and cakes and pastries? He couldn't turn those down and regularly broke his diet for them. It was okay, though, because he had a habit of working out more than necessary.
The smell of food made Oliver's bely twist a little with hunger and he took another cookie. "That's not a bad thing, really. I mean... I don't like useless gifts either. Like scented candles... what am I supposed to do with scented bloody candles? And mugs. I have so many mugs in a box at home. No one needs so many mugs." He shook his head, but he couldn't help but smile. He was already feeling a little better, or at least distracted.
"Was it at least the World Cup Scotland won?" Percy had told him about that, how Oli had won the World Cup with Scotland and the European Cup with Montrose. It made Oli feel proud, to know he would reach his goals, but also melancholy, because this version of him would never experience it.