Percy paused mid-shovel, and a prawn fell off the tines of his fork, onto his plate. He hadn't expected Penny to sound so down-hearted, or more specifically, that her tone would reflect his own feelings about the matter.
"It is good," he said. "It's not safe for you here, and Bill has made his home Unplottable. You'll be safe there, at least for a little while."
He looked up at her for a moment, and, feeling his cheeks heat, turned his attention back to serving himself dinner. "It's not that I want you to go, Pen," he said, finally. "But you can't stay here, not with everyone out for blood money."