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Penny (clearlypenny) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

“Is he now?” Penny’s attention was caught as she ladled juice into the cups and passed one down to Lucy first and then her dad. “You might want to be careful, telling all your dads secrets. Aren’t you going to leave any for him to keep for himself?” A tilt of her head as she looked them both over, part of her marveling at this side of her friend that still took some getting used to. They were a unit; a family unit that she adored watching and knowing were (albeit a small) part of her life.

The hints that Percy was a light-weight had her smothering a glance, taking a small sip of her cup and setting it down on the countertop. “He doesn’t need to be that strong, only strong enough to be able to lift you and give you piggy back rides.” Her own word choice had been referring to not having a dad to dress up like Lucy did; costume ideas were easy to gloss over when you were dressing for one. Never had she thought though that she would see him in the shiny blue fabric of Beauxbatons. “Careful short stuff,” came the warning as she was jostled and the cup she’d leaned over wobbled precariously. “I don’t want to spill this all over your pretty costume.”

Happy to oblige, Penny leaned over and handed one of the apples down to her friend, and another to her dad. They were sweet, the caramel mostly set and the brunette had already scoffed the leftover mixture earlier in the day. “If you find one you like, do you want to see if you can find a record for us to dance to later? I’ve never seen a winged horse dancing before.” Lucy had free range of her house, the wards set to keep certain rooms offlimits and everything else was safe.
Oh she hadn’t forgotten their bet and the look she gave her friend over her own apple promised just that.