"I don't mean it as a bad thing!" Oliver flushed, knowing that it maybe hadn't come across quite how he'd meant it. "I- I do like you, Penny. I promise."
He brightened a bit and turned, mirroring her position and making sure his kilt didn't ride up too far and flash her or anything. "I'd like that very much, thank you. I'll be getting rid of that whole basket soon. And I'm doing alright! How've you been?"