"Yeah," Oliver nodded in response. "It's getting ridiculous how hard everyone is pushing, but you know, the season's almost over, and we haven't been in this good of a position to win since, well, decades," he explained, taking a sip of his beer. Puddlemere really was doing well, it wasn't even just Oliver's overly strong confidence in his team. They were doing well and wouldn't that be amazing? To finish the season with a cup before moving into the World competition? It was going to be an exciting year for Oliver, whether Puddlemere would or would not push through the final hurdle.
He waited for Charlie's beer to arrive, before continuing. "Everything about me is sore," he said, because it really was. "I mean, I've done this for years, right?" Obviously. "But I can't recall the last time this many of my muscles were sore all at once," he admitted. Of course there was the team practices, but also Oliver was pushing hard, really hard for the National team. It was partially why he had decided to train Daphne individually, she, too, was looking rather likely to make the Scottish team, and there was no way Oliver would not push for the best outcome possible for the World Cup. Even if it did make him sometimes a bit... bossy. (Really, totally bossy, all the time, but whatever.)
"Did you have strong words with your dragon?" Oliver asked back, with a small laugh in his voice as he imagined Charlie telling off the dragon that had bitten him.