"Yeah, I do. I got some a while back. Not too long ago, but I also happen to have gotten my broom from back home. It just doesn't handle nearly as well as I'm used to." Oliver gave a shrug. The situation was what it was; he had his broom, at least, and he could fly... It just took a lot more effort to fly in a straight line than he could ever remember needing to dispense.
"That depends," he said with a bit of a smirk after a moment's thought. "Do you want to hold on to me, or would you prefer I held you? One of the two does have a very different feel. You see more in the front without me blocking the view, but you have to hold on to the broom. I also have to hold on to the broom and to you. It's more... intimate, shall we say. But the onus isn't all on you to stay on, so might get to throw more water balloons." It was all a matter of preference - and how comfortable she felt with him.