Stan was having a strange, but actually pretty good day. He'd woken up early, wide-awake and refreshed. That meant the bathroom to himself for once, and he snuck out of the common room to stretch his legs, feeling pleased with himself when he was the first person for breakfast. There was Ollie's sudden overflowing of fellow feeling and... he wasn't sure things were good with Megan, but maybe not as awful. He'd even started re-transfiguring the room behind the armor.
Walking right up to Ollie, he slung a cheerful arm over the man's broad shoulders. "I need food. And then I need air. And you need to tell me about your good fortune."