Dutifully impressed by the collection of photo albums situated behind him, Percy looked at them over his shoulder and said, approvingly, "Very neatly organized, I see. There's so many! Perhaps later, you can show me them? I never knew you were so interested in photography, Penny."
With the invitation to sit, Percy did so, rolling his eyes. "Please," he dryly said. "The only thing I am master of, is paper work. As for skipping meals, it's not as though I do it on purpose. Sometimes I'm so busy and engrossed in what I'm working on, that I forget. Other times, I simply don't feel like eating."
He lifted the glass of wine and took a tiny taste. "Not bad." He'd tasted finer, but this wasn't a Ministry Dinner. In fact, among present company, it seemed much better than the stuffy, formal affairs that he had to attend. "Drunk Percy is a rarity, I'm afraid. Much more so than one of your photographed beasts, I daresay." It did amuse him how Penny wanted to see him intoxicated, but it was not his style. "Every thing looks and smells delicious."