Oliver would love it if Percy lent his tongue, he'd do a lot more then just use it for pronunciation help. But then Percy was going on about not cooking and his brow furrowed, "I want to be alone with you," he said quietly, lowering his voice so they wouldn't be overheard, "and I want to impress you with my mad skills. I'll get around the house elves, all right? Will you let me woo you already?"
He closed his book and pushed it aside. "My eyes hurt from all this reading," he rested his arms on the table and lay his head on them, "I'll just lay here a bit. Let them rest."
Percy was driving him crazy. He was clueless when it came to romance but he'd finally met someone who was equally clueless and it was insanely frustrating and yet fun too. He liked a challenge.
"What's your favorite food?" He hoped it was something easy like cereal, or sandwiches.