A/N Oliver and Felicity play twenty questions.

"What's your natural hair color?"

Felicity hid her face behind her hand. "Oh god, you want to start with that?" she laughed.

Oliver arched his eyebrow. "Why is that embarrassing?"

Felicity shook her head. "It's not, not really. It's more of a knee jerk reaction. I like being blonde, I've been blonde since freshman year at M.I.T. It's part of who I am now. My previous hair color was kind of a boring brown…not that brown is always boring, I mean, Laurel has brown hair and it's gorgeous. Your brown is really nice, it goes really well with your face, especially with your facial hair, and your eyebrows, it's the whole package…" Felicity paused, starting to feel embarrassed about showing her obvious appreciation of his looks, when she realized with a smile that she was allowed to do that now. "What I'm saying is my brown kind of made me invisible, which was good at the time, I mean, I didn't want to make myself a target in high school, but I don't really like who I was when I had brown hair, and I flew 3000 miles away to go to a school where people like me outnumbered the quote-unquote popular kids and I re-invented myself so…" Felicity bit both lips to stop the relentless flow of words spilling out of her mouth.

Oliver suppressed a grin; his eyes sparkled with mirth. "So, brown."

Felicity looked at him boldly, daring him to laugh at her. He raised his hands in surrender with a smile. "Your turn," he said.

"What's your favorite drink?"

Oliver looked up at a point above her head as he thought about the question. "It depends on my mood. There are times when I need a really good, single-malt scotch, particularly after a bad day. Or if I'm going to have a tough conversation with someone." He smiled wistfully. "My dad introduced me to scotch. I can't even tell you how many times he sat me down in his study, pouring out two fingers of scotch in those crystal tumblers he kept on the credenza behind his desk. I'd know then that I was in it for a serious lecture." He felt a pang in his chest, remembering the complicated relationship with his father.

He quickly shook off his thoughts, and continued. "Then, there's tequila." He smiled at Felicity seductively. She raised an eyebrow at him, smirking at his expression. "Tequila's for when I want to have some fun, get drunk and party. It's especially fun drinking with a beautiful woman." He grabbed Felicity's hand and brushed his finger across her wrist. "Lick the salt here, take a shot, and take the lemon out of her hand, using only my mouth." He leveled a heated gaze at her and was satisfied to see a flush on her face and her eyes dilated. "And that's just the PG version." Felicity made a small noise as her lips parted.

"Then, there are times like now." He continued stroking her wrist, his gaze turning tender. "When I'm relaxed, happy, and in very pleasant company. When I'm feeling that way, I prefer a good wine."

There was a charged silence between them. After a beat, Felicity cleared her throat and murmured, "Wine is my favorite."

Oliver smiled. "You've said."

"Right," Felicity replied. "You still owe me a 1982 Lafite Rothschild."

Oliver ducked his head and laughed. "I guess I do." He looked back up at her. "What's your favorite color?"

Felicity tilted her head. "You know," she began, tapping her fingers on her chin. "I kind of don't have just one favorite color. I like colors in general, well, the bright ones, anyway. Well, I like the not bright ones, too, just, they don't really look good on me. Except black, 'cause, black is good on everyone. What about you?"

"Blue," he replied without hesitation, gazing into her eyes.

"Blue?" she asked, surprised. "Really? Not green?"

He smiled and shook his head in reply.

"What shade of blue?" she pressed. "Because, there are a lot of shades—"

"Greyish blue."

Felicity fell silent, blinked her eyes a few times, and seemed to understand what he was saying. She shook her head in amusement. "Is it really or are you just trying to flatter me?"

"Felicity," he said softly, "when have I ever been able to lie to you?"

She smiled shyly. Then she looked at him with a mock-glare. "Stop that! Your charm should be outlawed, it's a hazard. People can get into car accidents on that stuff. What was their cause of death? Oh, death by charm by Oliver Queen…"

By the end of her rant, Oliver couldn't hold back his laughter. Felicity's heart warmed at the sight.

"Who's turn is it?" she asked when he recovered.

"You go," he nodded at Felicity.

"Okay. Favorite TV show?"

Oliver bit his lip and considered. "Well, there were a lot of shows I liked, but that was all pre-island. I haven't really watched a lot since I've been back."

"Okay, so what were you watching before the island?"

Oliver smiled at the nonchalance of her mentioning the island, glossing over the potential for intensity. "I know I was watching Lost with Tommy and Laurel for a while." Oliver smirked. "Ironic, really."

A breathy laugh came from Felicity.

"I think I just started Dexter when we left."

Felicity's eyes lit up. "Ooh! That's a good one, did you ever catch up?"

Oliver shrugged. "Seems like too much of a hassle, and I don't really have the time these days."

Felicity's mouth fell open. "You have no idea how easy it is these days, Oliver. We should make a binge-TV date."

Oliver blinked. "What?"

"Oh, Oliver," Felicity mourned. "You've been back for two years, and you still haven't caught up with pop culture?"

Oliver shook his head with a chagrined smile. "You're gonna have to help me with that."

"Okay," Felicity nodded. "You missed out on some seriously good television. We're in a golden age right now, good TV is coming out of everyone's ears, and it's really easy to binge watch. We'll have you caught up on Dexter in no time, although, after season 4, it kinda went downhill…and I should shut up because you didn't need to know that ahead of time."

"It's okay," Oliver reassured. "I already got a taste of that with Lost."

Felicity laughed. "Yeah, that one kinda went bad pretty early, too."

There was a beat of comfortable silence.

"What's your favorite book?" Oliver asked.

"That," Felicity said with conviction, "is impossible to answer. There is no single book that is my favorite, because I like too many of them. They're kind of like children, they each have a special place in my heart."

"Okay," Oliver said slowly. "So, tell me about some of them."

Felicity smiled as a distant look entered her eyes. "J.K. Rowling is definitely up there, you know, Harry Potter. Current favorite is Game of Thrones…another amazing TV show I have to introduce you to."

"A book and a TV show?" Oliver asked curiously.

"Oh, that happens a lot more often than you think. Actually, it's more common for a book series to turn into a movie series, and it's very common for the studios to split the last book into two movies. Probably to stretch out the earning potential. I also like a lot of classics, like Tolkien…he wrote Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, which are all excellent movies."

"Never saw any of them."

Felicity gasped. "Sacrilege! They're classics! No kidding, at this point they're as iconic as Star Wars, and please tell me you've seen Star Wars."

"Is that the one with the furry midgets?"

Felicity cried out in mock-outrage. "Furry midgets? You mean, Ewoks?"

He was having too much fun eliciting a reaction out of her. "And monks with light swords?"

"Oh my god," Felicity slapped her palm on her forehead. "Jedi with lightsabers!" She shook her head vigorously. "You need a movie-cation."

Oliver laughed out loud. "A what?"

Felicity sighed. "Movie education. Movie-cation. Yet another pop culture reference lost on you. That was from Pitch Perfect, which, I guess I should give you a pass on because it came out around the time you came back. The first time."

"So, you're saying we'll never run out of things to do."

Felicity blushed. "Sorry, that's probably presumptuous, I don't mean to assume—"

"Felicity," Oliver interrupted. "I would love to get a movie education from you."

"Movie-cation," Felicity corrected absentmindedly.

"Okay."

"Speaking of movies," Felicity continued. "Your favorite?"

"I always loved the James Bond movies."

"Ha!" Felicity laughed. "A super secret spy with lots of skills and gadgets, looks good in a suit, takes out bad guys, and always has a beautiful woman on his arm. Gee, that doesn't remind me of anyone."

"Really?" Oliver asked with false innocence. "Are you saying I don't look good in a suit?"

Felicity giggled. "Well, you're not a spy!"

"But I am with a beautiful woman right now."

Felicity blushed and threw her napkin at him. "I told you to stop that, there's only so much blood that my face can hold before it explodes."

Oliver laughed. "Is it my turn?"

"Sure."

He looked at her roguishly. "Will you tell me about your first kiss?"

Her face fell, just a little bit. "That's a bit intense," she said lightly, trying to keep their casual banter flowing. "Try again."

Oliver's brows furrowed, but decided to tuck that piece of information in the back of his mind. "Okay," he recovered. "What's your go-to comfort food?"

"Mint chocolate chip ice cream. Hands down."

That ever present warm feeling in his chest bloomed, putting a smile on his face. "That's my favorite flavor. In fact, that was one of the only things I missed when I was on the island; so much, that I dreamed about it."

Felicity beamed. "Isn't there an ice cream shop around the corner from here? We should get ice cream for dessert!"

"That sounds like a great idea."

Felicity's joy lit up her entire countenance. "Is it weird that I like ice cream and wine?"

The side of Oliver's mouth quirked up in amusement. "I've never tried it, but I'm sure there's a way to pair any number of wines to almost anything."

"Oh, there is!" Felicity nodded enthusiastically. "There's a whole universe of wine to explore. I want to see it all."

"Then we'll add that to the list of things to do," Oliver promised.

"Yay," Felicity cheered lightly. "Okay, my turn. You said ice cream was one of the things you missed when you were on the island, what else did you miss?"

"Beef," he stated firmly.

Felicity laughed. "I guess Lian Yu's not very cow friendly."

"Nope. I had almost everything else available though." It wasn't too painful to reminisce about the various meats he had. "Instead of chicken, there were pheasants, and instead of pig, there was one warthog. Only the once, though. We discovered pretty quickly that it was too much for just two of us, and a lot of it went bad." He didn't have to clarify who was included in the 'we.' "Stuck to smaller game after that. And, of course, a lot of fish."

"Is that why you don't like sushi?"

"I'll probably like it again, someday," he replied ruefully. "Not right now, though."

She nodded her understanding.

Just then, their dinners arrived, and they spent the next several minutes audibly enjoying their food, trading warm glances, and engaging in pleasant small talk.