"You were," Lucy confirmed, shooting him a smile over her shoulder. It was true. She got on well with Oliver, even after her dad did everything and the two of them got together she always favored Oliver. She supposed it was because they had more in common- she also had an inkling that on some level she showed her like of Oliver over her own father because she had known it would piss her dad off.
Noticing his hunger, she forked a few pieces of bacon onto a small plate and handed them to him. She laughed a little, "Maybe they were trying to tell you something without actually saying it with the scented candles. And as for the mugs- you're practical. A mug seems like a thing to get a practical man, right?
Finally, she finished everything and piled them onto plates. Handing him one, she brought her own over to the table with the syrup and sat down to eat, "No, I was thirteen when you retired from Quidditch. This was my fifteenth birthday. Best one to date, though. I became Keeper my second year at school, but you'd been helping me since before I even got my letter. It was fun."