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Penny (clearlypenny) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Not even a teeny weeny love potion? One with a nice peppermint after-taste?” Her voice was sweet but that hint of mischief had crept into it - would she consider buying one? Not in a million years. Even in her novels the use of potions had been little more than a plot device but the main characters had always found something more real than bottled spells and enchantments. Real life didn’t quite work out that way, at least according to what little experience she’d had. “We might need to leave the hug-a-thon for a little bit later.” It was a secret she didn’t want to share with too many people.

Penny’s eyes caught the blush, smiling almost to herself as she danced with Lucy. There were many different types of blush that the redhead used, non-verbal cues that pulled her in and made her long to follow the colour creeping up his cheeks but.. Over the years, she’d become adept at banking down those thoughts, telling herself that there was no need to explore them and with her attention focused on Lucy she did just that. Lost in the dance, moving easily and without self-doubt.

“Hmm yes Lucy. Let’s see what moves your dad has and we can judge how good his moves are?”