Oliver had been entertaining himself in the kitchen, trying his best to ignore a rather sizable basket of porn that was still sitting in the corner, barely touched. The cake was cooling on a rack, ready to be frosted and decorated at any second, the cookies were just slid off the tray and into the snitch-shaped cookie jar on the counter, and Ollie was singing some old Scottish folk-tunes as he mixed up a crust for the lemon squares.
He was so off in his own little world that he didn't even hear the fireplace in the living room as it flared to life and Penny stepped through- it was a good thirty seconds or so before he realized that he wasn't alone and he wheeled around, brightening when he realized who it was. "Hello, Penny! 's good to see you! Are ye hungry any?"