Penelope watched as Crow wrote out his name for the first time. She noticed how he took extra care to write out the letters so they would be legible. It would take time for him to get used to using a quill as well as how the letters were shaped but seeing him so focused made her feel a swell of affection for the thief. He seemed to be growing more enthused to learn the written language and she was plenty eager to teach him. 

As he finished writing out his name, she smiled and was about to make a comment on his progress but didn't get a chance to as he suddenly pressed a deep kiss to her lips. She blinked, caught off guard at first, but quickly relaxed into the kiss, closing her eyes as she returned his passion. When he pulled back, Penelope smiled at him and leaned over to press an affectionate kiss to his cheek. "You're welcome. I'm glad you think so." she said as she looked fondly at him. 

Seeing his response to taking the first steps of learning how to read and write made her wonder if she could possibly teach in the outer villages. Sure she wasn't a skilled tutor in the least and still had a lot to figure out about passing her knowledge on to the next person, but perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea. It'd give her another way to help out the villagers if they wished to learn. [i]Maybe I could even figure out a way to work sending out tutors to the outer villages in my plan as well... I'm sure Gavin would be willing to take it under his care..[/i] she thought as she looked down at the papers in front of them. 

A knock suddenly sounded from the door behind them, breaking her thoughts and making Penelope jump slightly. She shifted slightly away from Crow and turned her head to look over her shoulder as the door opened. The knight didn't have enough time to put much distance between her and the thief, nor cover up the papers in front of them, so her heart began to beat a bit anxiously with worry about who was entering the room. However, she relaxed slightly as the familiar figure of her father stepped in and quietly closed the door behind him. 

John glanced between them before walking over. "I was just coming to get you, Penelope. I've finished making our sleeping arrangements for the night." he paused and his gaze shifted to the paper. His gaze narrowed and he looked at them questioningly. "What are you doing?"