Oliver frowned a bit when he listened to Penny talk about her sister. He had had no idea she had died before this virus hit. The last thing he wanted to do was upset his friend. He had hoped this would be a fun, informative adventure for them. "I'm really sorry, Penny. I had no idea." He tried to give her a cheerful smile and hoped they could move on to the next topic, taking her mind elsewhere.
"The Falcons?" He asked, a bit surprised. "What you need, my dear, are Puddlemere United shirts, jackets and the lot." He grinned at her and then slid the chair backwards and stood up. "Mr. Lestrange said he'd get us anything we needed. I'm sure if you asked him for those shirts, even though they're from... well, that team." Again, a sly grin.
He held his hand out to her and bowed his head slightly. "Shall we go then, my lass?"