Oliver lifts his hand, one finger out as he twirls it in a gesture to include the entirety of the shop. "I didn't think about how much it smells in here," he says, making sure his voice is low enough so only Derek can hear. He drops his hand back down and shuffles forward toward the counter to join a line. "Does it bother you?"

Now that he has some semblance of understanding and can think about werewolves and vampires and everything else as existing within this reality, Oliver finds himself curious.