A music box. That was a possibility, she supposed, but what exactly created the chimes within a music box? In all her years of fiddling with various objects Penny had never taken apart a music box. Perhaps she ought to hunt one down to pull apart before diving into the cuckoo clock. Penny would hate to ruin such a pretty gift from Nemo because of her own ineptitude.

She hummed in agreement before finally tearing her focus from the clock to her best friend. A near decade and a half of friendship and Penny still felt so incredibly lucky to be his friend. "Of course it won't, the song was cute." Cassandra might not agree, but Penny valued her mother's opinion less and less these days. In fact, she ought to leave the clock in the parlor to annoy her mother that much more.

"Have you eaten? There's plenty of leftovers if you are." Cook always hoped Harley would come home, not that the Irvingly resident ever did. Starley and the rest of Penny's adoptive pets ate those leftovers more often than her brother did.