Oliver let Meghan gather her plate first, then did the same, loading up on the french toast and sausage. He went to lead them to the dining table, but remembered that he had papers sprawled all over it. He claimed he was doing research for his father for some new stadiums they were thinking about building.
When really, he was looking at different places that could be used as safe houses for muggleborns on the run.
So he led her to the couch and he sat down, flicking his wand at the small coffee table to make it into more of a sitting table for them. "Sorry, I forgot my da had me doing some work for him cause he's not feeling well. Usually the table isn't a mess," he told her, digging into his food.
In between bites, he would glance over at her smiling, then go on about how good the food was and if it would've been up to him, everyone would be forced to cook like Penny. "So, you lot off this weekend?" he asked her as he popped another piece of toast into his mouth.