"Ghostbusters?" he cracked. He was pretty sure she wouldn't get the joke, but Oliver had spent a lot of the last year watching as many muggle films that had things blow up. Ones that blow up giant marshmallow demons was, of course, top of the list. "But you'd be a very close second," he added, winking.
"Oh, you don't need to tell me that people misuse their wands. I'm fairly certain that a good number of people shouldn't have them since they're just going to do them wrong." He laughed at her shudder and took a long sip of his drink. It tasted nice, and he felt warm and welcome. It wasn't that he wanted to be dragged to an alternate universe, but at the moment he was feeling like it might not be the worst thing that could happen to him. "Indeed, you must! Go on, share a few, I'd love to hear some gruesome or hilarious tales of the misdeeds of patients.'