The next morning, Penelope woke to the sound of knocking at her door. She lifted her head wearily and let out a small sigh as it impatiently came again. Even in her groggy state, she knew it must have been Dimia on the other side. The knight slowly pushed herself up but before she could even reach the door, the noblewoman called out from the other side, "Penelope, get up! Otherwise you won't have time for breakfast before we leave! And we're not waiting for you!" Penelope snorted as she slipped into her boots. She listened as fading footsteps told her the two had moved on to get breakfast without her. 

Once she was ready for the day, she headed out of her room and went to reluctantly join the other two nobles for breakfast. She slid in across from the couple, dipping her head slightly as she waited for a wench to come take their orders. Dimia seemed pleased that she had made it out in time and that was just going based upon the silence that followed her arrival. [i]Certainly beats having her nag me over every little step.[/i] Penelope thought while the couple ordered their meals. 

After Penelope had done the same, she turned her head to look back over at Oliver and Dimia. "So... how much longer do you think until we can set a date for this party?" she asked curiously.

There was a pause before Oliver let out a small sigh. "Well, considering our time limit, we need to have it as soon as possible. Honestly, I think we should set it for a week from now. That should be enough time to send out invitations and give us a bit of cushion afterwards if we have any nobles on the fence about siding with us. If they're allowed some time to give it thought after the party, they could possibly still write a letter of support. I certainly would want to at least give them the chance to."

"Yes well, it's going to be quite difficult to throw together such a huge party in such a short amount of time!" Dimia huffed. She glanced at Penelope and folded her arms over her chest. "I'll still do it but don't blame me if everything's not perfect."

"I trust you do just fine, Dimia." Penelope remarked. It was true there was no one else Penelope trusted more to throw together such a large event. Though, that was mainly because the people she knew had never really thrown together even a simple party. She at least knew Dimia had experience. 

Dimia blinked, seeming a bit caught off guard by Penelope's genuine support. "Yes well... I'll do what I can." she muttered. She cleared her throat and glanced away as she noticed their food arriving. "Anyways, have we secured a location yet? What about a guest list?"

"I'll have to speak with Naida." Penelope admitted with a small sigh. "Have you thought of any alternatives?"

"Yes." Dimia grumbled. "If worst comes to worst, we can have it at our manor. The house should be big enough... I'd still prefer to have it at the castle though."

"I'm aware." Penelope muttered. "I'll see if she was able to pull it off or not. As for the guest list, I'll hopefully have something put together for you soon enough."

"Good." Dimia nodded.

With nothing more to discuss, the three began to dig into their food. A silence fell between them again, this time a longer one as it wasn't broken until after they had finished their food and Oliver suggested they begin their trip back to the kingdom. Since they were all in agreement, the nobles didn't waste any time as they made their way back to the wagon. Settling down inside, Penelope prepared for the long trip back to the castle, eager to end her time with her only company being the Lenzs.