"Let me guess. It's the Wood that makes it good?" she grinned as she moved into the flat and shrugged out of her coat. The smells of breakfasted wafted out from the kitchen and she was certain she could feel her mouth watering just from the smell. French toast, sausage... it smelled like a little piece of heaven and it really didn't matter that it possibly wasn't quite the right time of day for breakfasting.
She'd been distracted by the scents coming from the kitchen, but a moment later, she focused on Ollie, catching sight of the apron he was wearing. Oliver was, indeed, rewarded with a giggle for his troubles.
"Oh, that is definitely your color," she smirked and she looked him over. There were frills and flowers and lace and it all looked so funny on the man that she just couldn't help laughing.