"It's fine," Penny told him before - reacting on instinct - reached across and gave his hand a quick squeeze. As quickly as it had happened she brought her hand back to her own side of the table.
"Puddlemere? Hmm," Tilting her head at him, Penny grinned "I've heard they're quite decent." Following suit, Penny stood and tucked her chair back towards the table. There really was no other choice but to ask him: though the thought of him near her clothes or pictures left an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.
Slipping he hand in his, Penny found it warm and larger than her own. "Lead on, Macduff."