There was something charming about Katie’s snowman. Charming and terrifying; the carrot stuffed off-centre giving it an askew look that wouldn’t be misplaced in a horror film. “I like that Harry, I’ve seen worse.” Grinning she shot the psuedo-Harry a look and tried to figure out just where she’d seen worse. “Besides, he is quite short.”
Years of friendship had her arching her brow at Katie’s look, darting between Oliver and the blonde before with a sigh tackling him to the ground under the combined weight of their force. Careful not to hurt him or settle her weight against him, Penny nevertheless kept him pinned down. “You’re gonna have to start making your own wings Olli. We can’t do it for you.”
Eyes widened, she shot him her best look. “Please?” Innocence etched across her features as her hand scooped up snow to use. Just in case.