Penny wondered why the tone of Olivers voice was verging close to disapproval. The Town Crier had to eat and some of the stories he told were verging on ridiculous.
"I'd never let Pucey kiss me Oliver. He's...rude." Wrinkling her nose, Penny missed the gleam in Oliver's eyes that meant he'd come up with a Plan. Setting her glass down, she slid her hand into his and blinked a few times as the blood (and alcohol) rushed suddenly to her head.
"Where are we going? You know that attempting a rain dance isn't feasible, right? There's not been any proven evidence that it works."