"I can see that." She took a moment to let her eyes sweep over him, satisfied that there wasn't anything physically wrong with him. At least nothing that was apparent. Penelope stood aside to let him in. "You might as well come in before the neighbors decide to be busy bodies." That way if she did throw the apple at him, or whatever else may be handy, nobody would be there to gossip.
She saw the smile cross his face and she fought the urge to scowl. Dammit. Now she really wished she hadn't changed, taken off her makeup, and pulled her hair back. She was always much more in control when dressed for work. She was a successful (most of the time) professional and not a lovesick woman facing a lover after several months of separation and non-communication. Which was mostly his fault, even if she hadn't picked up a quill either.
"I'm well, thank you. Would you like some wine? I have some red left over from a few nights ago."