"Hi Ol," Penny echoed too brightly as she snatched on the perfectly timed distraction. "How are you? Good day? Good. Does anyone want a drink? No...just me then."
Slipping off the sofa - and moving Olivers feet to do so - Penny made a dash towards the kitchen. She knew fine what that look meant and she frankly had no intention of dealing with the MeghanInquisition without a nice bottle of butterbeer or pumpkin juice.
Besides, she justified in her mind, it wasn't running away. It was self-preservation.