"Connor. It is good to meet you." There had been warning, but some of the things Oliver complained about could equally be praise as well. By sight she looked like a rather adorable, typical teen, slight and blond, not nearly like a rowdy punk girl one might have imagined from Oliver's description. Thankfully, Connor was usually careful to not imagine things from Oliver's odd descriptions of the world. Sometimes Oliver, while not really dishonest, perse, was a little abrupt with his view of people and happenings.
He hadn't missed the look she had given him either. "It's only coconut rice," he said, a little demurely. There had been a can of coconut milk in the back of a shelf and white rice hiding in another. Shopping would have to happen, it seemed, but he hadn't explored the neighborhood for a store yet. "It's almost done. There should be plenty."