"Well, I've shot some landscapes. Not for money, though. For my own little photo albums to keep track of what I've seen and what I've done." She pointed a finger at an enormous floor-to-ceiling bookcase; the entire bottom two shelves were dedicated to a series of large metallic bronze photo albums, arranged chronologically by year and, during the busier years, by month.
Penelope's stomach grumbled just talking about food. "Really? I honestly can't imagine doing that on a normal basis. I've only ever skipped meals out of necessity. Like on rural shoots where I might be staying in a poor Muggle village," she explained, recalling those sad but educational times. Seeing what the Muggles in Africa and Asia had to deal with and not being able to help had been heartbreaking.
"Vodka's not so bad, tequila is what gets me. Besides, I don't think I've ever seen drunk Percy. That's something I think I must see one day," she said, laughing. "If you insist, though." Penny made a mental note that he had already mentioned a "next time." She grabbed the bottle of cheap wine from the fridge and poured a healthy-sized amount into two wineglasses that she magicked to the table. "There. Dinner is prepared, master," Penelope said, bowing ostentatiously before sitting down to eat the first meal she'd cooked for herself in days.