Charlie pulled out one of the pictures from further on in the pile, grinning as he set it in front of Oliver.
"Not yet. It's a girl, but we'll let her get a bit more personality before we name her." Sitting back, he picked up his pint. He was relieved that Oliver didn't seem to mind spending more time with him; it set his mind at ease.
"Camping sounds fun. Might even bring Fizz, if you don't think Arran'd mind." Charlie got on with Oliver's family almost as well as he did with Oliver...just as long as they weren't talking about Quidditch. "Speaking of minding things," he started, and then trailed off. His mouth twisted as he chewed on the inside corner of his lip, looking down at his pint.
"This is probably going to sound totally wierd, but I'm being-" he sighed. "It's stupid. But. Have you ever felt like," he blushed a bit now, "like I'm leading you on?" He wiped his thumb down the side of his pintglass, leaving a trail through the condensation.