He was glad Mia had texted because it gave him time to put on pants. Living alone meant Oliver Queen could walk around in as many states of undress as he cared to, and he felt it his moral obligation to try them all out because what else was the point in living alone.
The old chili pot had been on the stove simmering for the full day, but Ollie himself was downstairs in the basement, grinding down the edge of an arrowhead. He hadn't heard the door open, and didn't realize Mia was there until he quit his work, and she yelled about kicking his ass. He chuckled and huffed on the arrowhead to blow away the metal dust, and stuck it down into a piece of Styrofoam, the soft kind that florists used as bases for arrangements, and dusted his hands off as well before standing up and heading upstairs into the kitchen.
"No ass kicking needed." He said, stepping up from the basement to eye the little wrinkly thing on the floor. "I see you brought the miniaturized elephant. How's it going, Topsy?" He asked of the dog before carefully stepping over her to get into the kitchen proper, and to get spoons out of the drawer.
"Cheese in the fridge, oyster crackers in the cupboard. Help yourself to whatever, mi casa es su casa, you know the drill." He took one of the bowls from Mia and passed her a spoon in exchange, not even bothering to go to the dining room table, but simply leaned up against the counters and ate a spoonful of chili.