Penny paused in the middle of wriggling her big toe into the hole in her socks and turned to look at her friend. Oh she knew that look. She knew it very, very well and it only boded one thing: Trouble.
Tugging a cushion from behind her, Penny sent it soaring through the air. "For a Ravenclaw you're not very good at definitions, are you? Complicated. It means just that."
Settling back onto the cushions, rooted in her pockets and pulled out the remains of a pack of Bottle Botts.
"So," Penny echoed with a smirk "How is the packing for America?" Arching an eyebrow she made kissing noises before disolving into a fit of giggles.