Leaning back against the bench, Penny watched Orsino try and get out of his jacket and gloves.
It was a little like watching a giraffe try and escape a strait-jacket.
Of course it didn't do anything to dispel her curiosity as to how exactly they all got in and out of those leather trousers and the thought had her flushing slightly. It was completly inaporpriate to be thinking things like that when she was sitting opposite one of the possible trouser-wearers.
"Um, yes," she said distractedly once he'd sat don again "You mentioned. Since you've no objection to eating, would you be offended if I ordered a Chelsea bun? I can practically hear them calling my name."
The waitress shuffled over and Penny ordered her bun and ice cream float ; banana milkshake with a scoop of mint choc chip. At the strange look she simply smiled pleasantly and batted her eyelashes as she added 'Please'.