Penelope raised an eyebrow at her guest. "Well, it is my career, you know. Working for the Ministry is only to get me out of the house on occasion," she explained. "I can show you some of them...it would take forever to go through ten years' worth of albums..."
"I have no idea how you could just forget to eat. That is completely unfathomable to me." She patted her stomach appreciatively, taking a large sip of the strawberry wine. Penny knew she was no wine expert, but the expensive wines she'd tasted in her travels had always been far too dry for her taste. Sake was alright, though.
The meal did smell and look pretty good; Penny just hoped that the taste followed suit. "I'll get you drunk one of these days. Promise." She took a bite of the chicken and was pleased to find that it tasted just fine. "I really can't imagine it, though. I can't see you singing or just rolling on the floor yelling nonsensical things, which is what generally seems to happen to me. Not that that happens too often, mind you," she added. An image of Percy staggering around drunkenly and falling into shrubs popped into her mind and she giggled into her wine. "I guess I can imagine it."