"You work it off," Harry said off-handedly, coming up to the counter and folding his arms over it, looking down into the case. "He wants the blackberry, too. I'll have a deluxe mix, no caramels."
At that, Harry flipped around and leaned his back against the counter, giving Oliver a slightly cheeky smile. It felt good to be back on solid ground with the man he'd long looked-up to.