Penelope smirked a little. “I’ll admit it, it’s a bit of a weakness.” She chuckled and followed Crow over to the tree. She sat down besides him and ate one of the fritters she had bought. She looked over at him and nodded her head slightly. “It’s true,” She mused. “This food is good but some of the banquets and feasts that I’ve been to before easily beat it. Some of the best tarts I’ve ever had were at this one feast I went to to celebrate the engagement of one of my comrades.” 

The knight leaned back against the tree as she thought back on the memories. Nobles tended to show off their wealth by hosting such things and despite often being looked down upon, Penelope could recall a few feasts and other parties she had attended. She took a couple more bites from her food and looked up at the sky. “Good food but stuffy people.. Act a certain way or you’ll offend someone or they’ll think poorly of you. It’s kinda ridiculous.” She sighed as she thought about how careful she often had to be around other nobles.  

The thought made her realize just how relaxing it was to be around Crow. There was nothing she had to hide about herself or be careful about telling him. Not only that but he was also so warm. It was nothing like she was used to, especially with how cold her family was. Affection and love wasn’t something shone by neither her father nor brother. It was always something Penelope just assumed was there. [i]I don’t have to assume with him though..[/i] She snuck a glance at Crow and smiled to herself as her heart swelled with affection for the thief. She shifted a little closer to him as she continued to eat her sweets.