Oliver's laugh was hearty, and his head fell back as he laughed. Yes, this was very much like joking around with Als, Ang and Kates. He reached over and ruffled her hair, a move that he would have made with any of them. "Yes, you're definitely the fittest 53 year old I've ever seen. You're fit for any age," he added, though he didn't dwell on the comment. He liked her smirk and he wanted to make her do it again. He suspected that she liked the joking about her apparent old age. "How age are you really, though? So long as you're at least of age, that's all I worry about," he said, winking. He realized that probably sounded pervy and coughed a little. "I mean, since I brought alcohol. Don't want to get arrested for corrupting a minor, you know."
At her question about the Weasleys, Oliver smiled. Thank Godric they got off the topic of underage girls. The ginger Beaters were a much safer topic. "Yes. Well, George is. Um. Fred...well, he'd be in a similar circumstance as you." He moved towards her couch, deciding a change of subject would be good. He followed her and flopped over the back of the soda, just like he did at home, laying his legs across her lap and grabbing a handful of popcorn as he did. "You ready for this?"