Even as a young lad Oliver couldn't help but think that Anya was rather cute. He had seen her so many times before, but he had never exactly<span style="font-style: italic">noticed</span>her. Perhaps it was because she always had a seemingly uncomfortable expression upon her face whenever he chanced a glance her way during court activities. Oliver noticed a twig sticking in her hair. Ignoring propriety, the young male reached out and grasped the twig, gently pulling it from her hair.<br/><br/>He then gently pushed the stray strands back into place. He smiled warmly at her. "You don't have to apologize to me. I've been having a mostly boring time. It's hard when my mum doesn't want to let me do anything fun. But I got to meet you. That makes me happy. I always see you around but we never get to talk."<br/><br/>Oliver glanced over at his mother conspiratorially, but she was still busy discussing things with the trinket dealer. Now young Oliver was generally a good lad, but he wanted to get away from his mother.<br/><br/>"How about we go off together, and enjoy the festival? It's got to beat walking around alone." Oliver offered her his hand.