“Yeah,” a small shrug as she tried to play it off. It was still a point of pride that she’d gone from reading romance novels sneaked into textbooks to writing them, to being good at writing them. Ironic too that she peddled romance and love for a living and had been single for so long. “I’ve spoken to my editor about it; she’s going to push the idea with the publishers. I’d love to do something with this new potion thats coming out. Its abit..I don’t know.” Brows furrowed in concentration as the brunette tried toe explain thoughts that were still forming in her own mind. Using him as a sounding board, letting him see how she came to opinions and in her own way, asking for his input and opinions. “It just seems a bit too neat, you know? I guess this potion ties all the ends up and there’s no exploration for romance. Puts a bit of a dampener on Dorothy’s works.”
Snorting lightly as their drinks arrived and she began pouring tea, Penny shook her head. “Don’t you dare,” came the caution. “I start writing about your scandals and you’ll turn up in the middle of the night on my doorstep demanding a share of the profits! Though you can help me write about quidditch metaphors.”
One lump, milk and stir. Fingers moving lightly as she turned the cup handle slightly to her left and picked it up; the smell of a strong brew chasing away the London fog. Tea fixed everything. “I don’t know, but when you go for the bad boy route..,” Penny eyed him across the rim of the china cup, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll be sure to buy two copies of that calendar..”