There was no need for Oliver to clarify that he hadn't asked for the porn, but Penelope nodded that she understood. Of all the people she knew, Oliver was the very last person who might need porn of any sort. Just the fact that he was a professional Quidditch player for a very popular team and constantly had women screaming his name assured her of that. "It was probably a combined effort," she joked and reached to pat him on the shoulder comfortingly.
Penelope's curiosity was peaked now and after a moment of pause to finish off the milk and cookie she headed toward the basket. Bending down, she picked it up and brought it over to the nearest surface that wasn't the floor. "Oh my," she gasped, immediately seeing a lewd image of a naked woman in a pose that left very little to the imagination. "That's...creative." Now Penny's face matched the pinkness of Oliver's.