"Oliver Wood, are you trying to fatten me up?" Penelope followed him into the kitchen with the intention of helping in some way. "Cakes, brownies, cookies and lemon bars. Oh my," she shook her head as if she couldn't believe it, but a smile played on her face. Penny appreciated having such a wonderful friend.
"I'll wait until they cool," she finally said, "I was hoping you might let me help you ice that cake, actually. It sounds fun. I don't ever bake cakes. Mostly because I'm afraid I'll ruin it and then be disappointed that I wasted ingredients."