Oli was tempted to roll his eyes when she handed him the bacon, because he could deal, but in the end it was food and he was a polite guy. Most of the time, anyway. "Thanks," he said and picked one up between thumb and forefinger, taking a bite and chewing slowly. "You mean tell me I smell bad or something?" Oliver laughed a little. "Aren't those for girls? I don't know any other guy who owns scented candles. Not even any of the gay ones. It's just weird." He grinned though and finished his piece of bacon. "Practical, yeah. But I have an aunt who gave me a mug every year for Christmas. No one is that practical."
Oliver got up to get them some juice they could drink with their meal, because not even he considered Fire Whisky an appropriate drink to wash down a proper meal. "Hah!" he said and pointed at her. "I caught you lying. I don't retire from Quidditch, ever!" he said, but the words showed clearly that he was just joking. "Does your sister play? Because then I got myself stuck with the only Weasley who doesn't play Quidditch. However I managed that..."