Penelope was grinning right back at Hermione; the excitement was contagious. "Why not a play-by-play?" she asked teasingly; she didn't really want to know all the in-and-outs of Hermione's physical relationship with Ron.
"I'm glad you've got your Weasley sorted out, then. All seems to be in order there." She took a generous sip of the wine. "Apparently, I'm too amazing to be gotten in over in a mere ten years, though," she said, snorting. This is what she'd really come over to vent about.