Urrh.. he hated it when Trixie looked at him like that... all vacant with an eyebrow raised as if he was mental. He wasn't the one with the brain injury and the memory like a sieve now was he? Bleh.

He smirked, however, when Trixie teased about that being her normal voice. “You're telling me the usual squeaky voice you speak in is all put on?” Smirky smirk.

Woah.. way to change the subject. Pffft.. He merely shrugged. “Why did you want to meet here of all places?” He looked around, squinting towards the bar.

He focused back on Trixie. Of course he was buying.. even though he was broke and she was, like, loooaded. But he was chivalrous and would never even think about mentioning how low he was in galleons. He glanced at the bar and back at Trix giving her an apologetic look. “You mind if we go somewhere else?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Somewhere like Puddifoots. I'm hungry.. plus I can't guarantee that your drink would be meat free. I hear they serve complimentary cockroaches with every glass of pumpkin juice in here.” As well as Unforgivables. Guh. Anyway, if that didn't put Trixie off this place, Oliver didn't know what would.