Penelope glanced around nervously to make sure that no one was paying them any mind. Luckily, Molly was busy interviewing Audrey and George in her sweet-but-terrifying way. She'd gone through that twice now, though the first time was more terrifying and the second time more awkward. She thought about the outfit Ginny had sent her for her birthday, but decided against it. Just because her bruises weren't aching so much didn't mean they were completely gone. Her stomach was still a bit off-colour. Not attractive at all. "I'm okay with that," she whispered back, "as long as chocolate sauce and whipped cream are involved." She raised her eyebrows meaningfully at Charlie, trying not to laugh and draw attention to their private conversation. "You've corrupted my mind, you know that?"