Mind reeling, Percy wordlessly sat down in the chair and watched the napkin nicely drop on his lap while the chair scooted him closer to the table.
The music, the candlelight, the way Oliver smiled at him.. He was half-expecting to wake up in the library, drooling on a book, at any given moment. It was beyond surreal. This was quite a step above the bad spaghetti and burnt meatballs shared on the floor scenario he had been envisioning.
Of course, he didn't want to appear so dumbstruck that he was unappreciative.
"This.. I can't believe you did all this, Oliver. It's amazing and upon my word. Is that– Did you– You made it!" Percy sputtered when he noticed his favourite dish and it actually looked mouth-watering good.
He could have kissed Oliver Wood, on the mouth, right then and there, if it didn't violate the conditions of the arrangement.