Pen couldn't help her look of astonishment as he went through the family members numbers... It was just sort of unheard of in her world. But they all seemed to get along so well, from the looks of things, which was also off for Penelope. Goodness knows she could barely be in the same room has her mother, she couldn't imagine two dozen people of her own blood being around her.
When he asked her a familiar question, she gave him a genuine smile. It reached her eyes, and she felt light and happy and she had a feeling it had more to it than the news that Voldemort is dead.
"I'd love a glass of wine. And do I smell pancakes?" She lit up now, excitement taking over the tender look of her smile, and looked up at him with new enthusiasm. "Do you always assume I just forgot to eat?"