He was floundering here and he knew it. Alvin didn't know much about Penny's history, save some of the snippets from the basement and comments like that, but he was starting to think they both needed some cheering up these days. Still leaning against the counter, Alvin surveyed her over his teacup, unsure of what to say.

"Sounds like we both need to get out more," he teased lightly, testing the waters. "Should fly some of those brooms you make." He couldn't really anymore, without the grip of both hands, but the fresh air could do them both some good, even if all he could do was watch from the ground.