Percy looked at the plates, and shook his head, and took them to wash them before putting them next to the food.
He stepped towards the bottle, and poured out at least two fingers of the amber liquid as he turned back to the boys, "A charmed quill works. Probably best to spell it so it remembers everything I write down. Then, I can bring it to you, and you can put it to parchment and it will transcribe it all. And the portkey for Penny. What else can we do? I'm going to keep fucking with the paperwork so that it delays things as much as possible."
He took a drink, and nodded, "Hell, let's think of more for me to do. Why the hell not?! In for a penny, in for a pound, right? As Dad would say."