Little Things | °•Perciver•° [ON HOLD]

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I don't know why, but I imagine Oliver's mum looking like aunt May from The Amazing Spider-Man.

Also, I'm going to explain what the Scottish slang Oliver and his family use right under the Greek word of the chapter. (If anyone reading this is (or knows) Scottish, please correct me if any of the words are wrong.)

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kefi (κέφι)

[ke-fi]

(n.) the spirit of joy, enthusiasm, high spirits and frenzy, in which good times and passion for life are expressed with an abundance of excitement, happiness and fun.

Aye - Yes
Noo - Now
Och - Oh
Tattie - Potato

"Why aren't you answering my calls?", was the first thing Oliver heard when he opened the front door.

"Because I don't have a phone, maybe?"

"Fiddlesticks. I got you one for your birthday."

"Well... I kind of, broke it?", he smiled awkwardly at his mother while running a hand through his hair.

"May I ask how? I have the same one and it didn't break even when I dropped it down the stairs from the second storey."

"I kind of... made it explode..."

"Of course you did... Where's your mind wandering Oliver?"

Only if she knew...

"I'm fine, mum, just tired. We only finished cleaning up yesterday."

"Aye, I can see that. Come on now, we have some cookin' to do."

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"Now add some flour."

"How much?"

"How much? As much as it needs so it's not sticky anymore.", Oliver's mother mocked him.

Oliver did as he was told, even though he still didn't know how much flour he was supposed to add.

"Stop, stop, noo. That's enough."

"How'd you know?"

"You don't need to be the epitome of intelligence to reckon how much flour it needs, Olive."

Oliver just muttered something about the nickname under his breath and started needing the dough.

"No, not like that, you're struggling it."

"It's dough, mum. I'm pretty sure it's not going to die."

"Ha ha, how funny you are, just like your father."

"Well, I must be hilarious then."

Oliver's mum just grabbed a handful of flour and threw it on his face.

"Mum!", Oliver whined but his mother just laughed, so he grabbed some flour as well.

And that's how the flour-fight started.

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When Percy entered the kitchen, he certainly wasn't expecting to see Oliver and his mother laughing their arse off while covered in flour.

"What happened in here?"

"Oh, Percy, dear! It's so good to see you again!" Oliver's mum squeaked as she sprinted across the room and squished him into a hug.

"You too, Mrs Wood. May I ask why you are both covered in flour?"

"Oh, it's nothing, dear. I was just teaching Oliver how to make my famous pumpkin pie."

"And it went that bad?"

"Och! The pie turned out just fine, we were just messing around."

"Literally", Percy said with a stunned look.

Everything was covered in flour. Everything.

"Oh, don't worry, dear, we'll clean everything up."

"No, I- It's alright; I'm just... amused."

"Ok, dear... So, would you boys like some tatties?"