"I'm sure she would love whatever you have in mind." Lucy adored Penny, and Percy knew the feeling was mutual. It brought him great joy to see such caring between two of the most important ladies in his life.
He shook his head at the question of having consulted with Lucy's mother. "No, not yet. You know I'd rather talk to her as little as possible. I don't know if she really would, but the fear is there nevertheless. And as for Mum, her raising and teaching us all is the very reason why I don't want to ask. She has done her duty to us seven times over, she deserves some rest in her golden years."
As Penelope described the government culture she remembered from the Muggle world, Percy nodded, having been worried about some of the very issues she listed. The act of frustration she showed had him smiling fondly despite himself. She was still beautiful when trying to puzzle through a problem, and she only confirmed for him why he had come to her for help. "How about you get the implements and settle on the sofa, and I'll set the dishes to washing themselves. And I'll bring the wine, of course, and should we run out, I'll break out the firewhiskey."