She crinkled her nose and laughed as she rested her head against him. "Someone spilled the beans already. I should think it would be terribly uncomfortable to have Gebhard staring at you as you are about to bite off a chocolate goat's head." Penelope looked around, her gaze lingering meaningfully on the pens. "Such torturous acts aside, this is very nice, though. I'm beginning to think all parties should take place here."
Licking her lips, she realised she was beginning to ramble and stopped herself, but that did seem to be as good an opening as she was going to get for the rest of the night.
Hugging her knees a bit harder, Penelope stared very determinedly at a pink toenail and cleared her throat. "Speaking of which… Bess wrote a few days ago, she said to thank you for being such a sport last week." She paused, then added, "And sorry. That's from all of us, though."
As conversational gambits went, it was terribly unsophisticated, but it did do the trick.
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