"I think I was cooking better than me da by the time I was four," Oliver admitted with a laugh. "And, well, with five of us, mum always liked the help in the kitchen." He offered a playful smile and reached for a cookie of his own, dunking it in the milk before taking a bite.
He looked over as she asked about the basket and he flushed a faint pink. "Oh- aye, that's it." He shook his head and turned to pull the brownies from the oven. "It's- yeah. I didn't ask for that, and I'm pretty sure it was Ange or the twins, even if none of them will admit to it."