Penny took another sip of the wine. Nemo was the single most person she trusted in the universe, so she truly didn't see or understand why he was so adamantly remaining on the couch. It wasn't as though they had checked into some inn in London, or worse: The Three Broomsticks. The inn keeper here, like every other person in the viciity had no cause to doubt his lie, so her reputation was far from her thoughts. "Don't blame me when —"

Just then, fireworks began outside the inn, causing Penny to scramble out of bed to the window, stumbling all the way. She'd always been fascinated by the explosions of color, but knew better than to experiment with them anywhere near her home. Cassandra would be less than tolerate of any house fires because Penny thought herself understanding of the workings of fireworks.

She sat carelessly on the arm of the couch, her attention still drawn towards the now open curtains. "They're beautiful. And to think we might've missed it!"