It had been a crazy Monday at work ; Penny had tried to anticipate the Owls at her desk and arrived just shy of eight. There were twelve owls perched on the sill blinking at her, and that had just been the start of it.
Four howlers, nine hours and one very rushed lunch of sub-standard caffeiene, Penny had pushed the door open to her flat and let out a heartfelt sigh. The shoes bounced off the wall with two soft 'thuds' as she padded her way out of her room in a pair of comfortably faded jeans and start assembling a spam sandwich.
A few moments later there was a louder thud and a voice that definatly wasn't Oliver brogue called through to the kitchen. Penny took time to pop the margerine into the fridge before stepping through to find Orsino. And the promised orange crate.
"Hullo," she beamed at him before arching an eyebrow at the box "Can I get you a drink? Orange juice?"