Oliver rubbed his face with his hand, some sandpaper stubble on his cheek as he watched the bouncing blond and wondered at the boundless energy. He cocked a brow at her, as if that was all he needed to make it clear how much she was amusing him. "I'm going to get an ice pack," he informed her, ignoring the 'bear' comment and instead going to the kitchen and getting a muggle gel pack that had been freezing for hours. He threw it over one shoulder with a little moan, back unwinding from stress as he looked over at her and looked at the pizza. "That smells bloody amazing. Want me to set up the movie? I have mugs chilling for the beer, but the lions might roar at you if you leave them off the coasters," he informed her.