Re: ~fingers~
The sound of laughter could clearly be heard from Penny and her Pile of cushions. "'m not drunk enough to swig from the whisky. Which now has your cooties all over it."
Penny tried to frown and found the muscles in her face weren't doing what she wanted them to do.
"Theres spam. Or butterbeer. Milk. Lots of things," she watched him land with a lack of grace beside her and she turned her head to watch him.
It was amazing how he managed not to spill a drop. A talent. He should win an award.