Arching an eyebrow, Penny surveyed Orsino and the couch before grinning slowly. "Maybe you weren't going to get lucky, Mister." Tilting her head she thought about the possibility of there being a deli nearby. She thought she knew the streets around what had been Orsinos - and was now theirs - flat.
"There's a deli you've been hiding from me? Where!" Tangling her hands in his hair she debated plaiting the long locks she found there. "Are you offering to make me some? Be still my beating heart, its the man of my dreams."