"Yeeeeah, I'm gettin' that..." Oliver was a little busy concentrating on drawing a heart on his cookie, and slightly failing as he misjudged the consistency of the chocolate, but he paused to offer the phone over. He thought about it for a second, then offered the cookie too.
"Soooo. Hypothetical...thing. As an artist..." he started, reaching for another cookie once his hands were free, "and as somebody who knows me, and loves me, and has to look at me without my clothes on all the dang time, how'd you cover that back tattoo up if you could pick anything?"