"Butter beer was all I could find," Oliver would have brought something stronger if he could have found something stronger with such short notice. He entered the room and wasn't at all surprised to discover it was perfectly immaculate.
"You always were meticulous," the word rolled off his tongue with some difficulty, he probably sounded like he'd been dipping into the butter beer already.
Oliver didn't jump on the bed, but he did climb onto it with a rather bouncy movement. "Mind if I take my shoes off?"