The rest of the day went by with a bit more entertainment. A large room had been set up for the group and the innkeeper had made sure they were well taken care of. He seemed particularly friendly with Dimia. So much so that Penelope had to wonder what kind of past they had together since they both seemed well acquainted with one another. However, it was difficult to say for sure. Mainly because Oliver either didn't notice it or chose to ignore it. The knight didn't dwell on it long though as soon they had new people filtering into the room either with instruments or samples of freshly cooked food. 

Over the course of the day, she listened to a wide variety of different songs and tasted different foods. To her, each had their own charm and it was difficult to say if one stood out over the other. Although one of the cooks named Laurence had bothered to bring samples of desserts, which had easily won over the knight. By the end of it all, it was late in the afternoon and the three had yet to make any firm decisions. Penelope leaned back against her chair and glanced over at Dimia and Oliver. 

"So," she began slowly. "any firm picks?"

"I think so!" Dimia chirped, clapping her hands together. "Most of them were subpar but as for cooks, I think that one lad... Laurence was excellent. He's from one of the high class inns around here too so I'm sure the rest of his staff is just as professional. As for music, I think that one group from Everton was quite good. I could easily picture myself dancing in a beautiful gown to what they play." The noblewoman gave a dreamy sigh. 

"I liked those choices too, dear." Oliver agreed with a nod and then glanced over to Penelope. "What do you think?"

"Those work for me. I liked Laurence too." Penelope nodded her head then gave a sheepish smile. "As for music, the group from Everton works for me... To be honest, all of those songs sounded practically the same to me."

"Probably because you haven't been to many proper parties." Dimia scoffed. She paused and then narrowed her gaze on the knight. "Speaking of which, what are you planning on wearing to this? I sure hope you don't think you're going to show up in armor! I won't allow it!"

Penelope blinked and then rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I'm going to wear a dress."

"What kind? What does it look like?" Dimia prodded. 

"I don't know... Something nice that I have." Penelope said with a shrug.

Dimia pursed her lips together and then shook her head. "I don't trust you." she stated bluntly. "Tomorrow I'm going to take you to the seamstress in this town to get you fitted. Just pay for the dress and I'll take care of making sure you're wearing something proper."

"Excuse me, I think I know how to dress myself." Penelope grumbled. 

"I doubt that." Dimia looked her up and down with her gaze. "You're not even on duty yet you still dress like a knight. Would it kill you to dress like a proper noblewoman on your days off?"

"I'm quite comfortable in my armor, thank you very much." Penelope growled, growing irritated at have yet another person degrade her appearance within the same day. "I can handle getting my own dress. Just focus on yourself and the party." The knight abruptly rose to her feet. "Now excuse me while I grab some supper and then head to bed. Good night." she excused herself rigidly as she turned and stalked out of the room. Eager to get some time away from them, she headed off to get a bit to eat and cool her head after getting worked up for the second time that day.