Oliver's eyes suddenly snapped back to meet Cameron's as if seeing her properly for the first time since he got here. “Your broom? No way, Cam. You love your broom.” She had the same broom as himself.. only his had been vastly modified. The trusty broom had been great for when he played Beater at Durmstrang before he switched to Chaser/Keeper at Hogwarts. He reached out to take the package from her. If he had it, she couldn't sell it. Mwhaha!

He closed his eyes, appreciating the soft loving gesture of the kiss to the cheek. He opened his eyes and smiled at her sarcasm. Cameron, for all her hang ups and social inadequacies, made him feel wanted... loved. That was all he really wanted in this life and he certainly didn't get such affection at home. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was such an attention seeking idiot when he was away from the place. “You're a natural beau then aren't you?” He winked playfully despite his sombre mood. Seeing Cam had given the boy a wee lift. But... Wait one sec though... Morning shift? o_O “You didn't want me to take that job in the supermarket but you're working yourself?” He raised an eyebrow. What, she thought he was better than that but she wasn't? “Please tell me you're not working here.” He said with concern, his brow crinkling. A pub filled with dirty old stinky men? Merlin... no.

It was easier to deflect attention onto Cam right now but he could see the irritation in her face at his dismissive replies to her questioning. He thought he better venture a better reply before she lost her rag with him. He didn't want that today – not when he had missed the redhead so much. “You know me.. I'm rubbish at all that sappy writing shizz. I'd rather speak to you on the phone... or see you in person.” He poked her tummy and ventured what he hoped was a mischevious smile. “C'mon.” He said and lead her through to the main seating area. He'd eat – but only because he didn't want to play Twenty Questions with Cam.