Oliver looked at Percy and just sighed heavily, giving up. "Whatever you say, Percy," he muttered taking a drink of his ale just as the waitress came with their food. Of course, he expected things like that from Percy, even offhanded comments that really did say he thought the world would be better if Oliver as different. Percy meant them, of course, but sometimes he didn't think Percy realized how it reflected on the person he was talking to. He didn't really mean to insult Oliver; Percy was always this and they easily nagivated around it. "Looks delicious," he commented about the food.