Penny pulled a face as she thought back to the years she'd sat at her Great Aunts piano with her legs barely grazing the floor as she tried and tried to master the scales with oranges strapped to her wrists.
"Not musically inclined but I took piano for seven years. Its about the only musical thing I can do, trust me its best for the world that I don't open my mouth and sing."
She rubbed her wrists at the memory. To this day, she still hated the smell and feel of oranges, and in doing so caught sight of the watch on her left hand.
"I am really sorry about this, but I need to be thinking about heading back. Otherwise I'll end up spending the whole afternoon in this chair and steadily work my way through the desert tray over there. For instance, the lemon cake? Its calling my name."