Katie grinned. "I haven't a bloody clue how to boil water most days," she said, shrugging. "Oliver's a much better cook and seems to like doing it...so who knows. Maybe I should surprise him!"
She could just imagine his shock when he came home and she cooked something like roast beef with potatoes. Course, she wasn't even sure what roast beef looked like before it was cooked. "I've been staying there since I got out of hospital." She rested her head on her hand and sighed. "He's quite wonderful. Taking care of me and everything."
Katie eyed the second shot, the first one still warming her body. "Just give me a minute..." she said laughing.
"If that's the case then WHY won't Oliver relive me of mine?" she asked, with a pout. "He's being very gentlemanly and chivalrous. All those Gryffindor traits I love about him...but...we haven't...you know." Course, she hadn't with anyone but she was pretty sure he didn't know that. Maybe she should tell him...