She blew long and hard around the grass and was rewarded with a sound that was both embarrassing and entertaining. Penny rarely managed to get a sound to come from the blade of grass but had heard of an entire orchestra made up of unusual objects.
"Did you know there's an orchestra made from vegetables?"
As she shifted around on the grass, Penny leaned forward and rolled the tops of her socks down further down to cool her legs against the warming sun.
"If I show up, would you wear the trousers? I know they exist somewhere. I can be indoctrinated into the erm," Penny racked her brains to come up with the name of one of their songs. They were a magical band and there was a high likelihood that a song involved either a spell or a magical animal.
"The Hinkypunk Whirl." Confident in her answer she beamed at him.