The next day, Penelope awaited the arrival of her friends and sisters.
Penelope thought it was best to welcome her sisters back and to introduce her friends to Tyrion by having a sit-down in her home.
There were still preparations being done to the home, but Penelope knew the ladies wouldn't speak of it.
Tyrion sat on the stairs with a glass of wine Winston poured for him and a pastry he had stolen from the kitchen. "Is this nervousness or excitement you face? I cannot tell which it is?"
Penelope stopped pacing to look at Tyrion. "Can you stop taking the pastries from the kitchen? They are for my guests. Yesterday I had you apologise to Chris, and now you are eating all that he makes."
"You wanted us to get along. Would you prefer that I go back to toying with him?"
Penelope pinched the bridge of her nose. "No, I want you to stop eating before the guests arrive. You have had many from the start of the morning."
