Tapping her wand against the side of the frying pan to keep it at an even temperture, Penny bustled through from the kitchen in time to hear Oliver and Meghans flirtatious comments to each other.
"I think he means Cafe Clearwater and Wood," she corrected before leaping up to give both her friends a looping armed hug.
"Isn't he the finest figure of a man you've ever seen? I'm going to attach some nice frills and froths of lace to that skirt he calls a kilt."
Her grin turned mischeivious before she leaned round the door of the kitchen to make sure everything was as it ought to be : not on fire.