"There should be a few tins of tomato sauce in the pantry," replied Percy, nodding towards the cupboard door. "No need to make it from scratch."
He didn't know whether he ought to be relieved or mortified, hearing that she hadn't seen anything, but when she said she wouldn't mind seeing something, his eyebrows shot into his hairline. "I'm...I'm sorry?" he said, jaw dropped in a full-on gape.
It wouldn't have mattered? What? What was that?
Every cell in his boy wanted to stare at her, looking for confirmation that he'd heard her correctly, but instead he turned Remembrall red. He had a few lingering feelings for Penny, he'd admit it to himself, but he hadn't considered acting on them until now. And even now...
He glanced over at her, noting how completely embarrassed she look, worry lines crossing her forehead. No, he told himself. That would never do. He'd scare her away, before she really had to go away.