"I thought I'd pawn it off on the homeless bloke who lives around the corner," Oliver replied with a laugh. "Unless you'd like some of it?"
He watched as she moved to his couch, and pulled off his apron, hanging it up on a nearby hook on the wall. "A secret?" He was curious about the magazine she'd pulled off the pile and smiled a bit. "Sure, why not! And ye know I wouldn't tell anybody, I promise." He took his promises very seriously, especially with his good friends. Ambling over, Ollie flopped down beside her, leaning over to see what she had. "What's up, love?"