"The charms." Penny replied before finally finding the piece of paper she was looking for and folding it into the pocket of her dress (where she was sure to lose it again). She hated being so disorganized and would soon reach a point where she could no longer function until the mess was dealt with. It was just - this design was the first promising thing she'd encountered in years and she was failing it. Just like she'd failed -

No. Penny refused to go there. Not today. Not anymore.

She was glaring at the broom when he suggested a break. And, although she very much didn't want to step away, one glance at him flexing his hand had her sighing in agreement. "Sure, yeah. I think there are some biscuits upstairs, maybe some scones from this morning too."

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