"So, right now we're just writing out invitations. Oliver's busy adding the location and time to the ones I made the other day so it'll be up to you and me to finish off the new ones. Especially since now we have a decent idea for how many people we're inviting thanks to you, your highness." Dimia explained with a gracious dip of her head to Naida that nearly made Penelope snort.

Like most nobles, Dimia was sucking up to the princess as much as she possibly could now that they were in each other's companies. It hadn't taken but a few seconds for Penelope to figure that out. The only amusing part about it was how it seemed to be having the opposite effect. Penelope met Naida's gaze as her friend glanced over at her with a wrinkled nose, clearly not impressed by the display Dimia was putting on. The knight bit back a smirk and instead focused her gaze back onto Dimia. "Well that's great. Hopefully we can get all of these sent out by tomorrow morning." she mused then glanced over at her friend. "Are you helping out today too, Naida?"

"Yep!" Naida perked up as she was addressed. "Tybalt gave me the day off and I figured I might as well lend you a hand. Especially with the deadline coming up quick."

"Only a few days now.." Oliver murmured in agreement from his spot, not bothering to pause as he continued to write. 

Penelope shifted a bit uneasily at the reminder of the short time left before the party. Though she would have the following days open to focus solely on it—she really owed her father for that—the knight couldn't help but worry about everything there was to do. She let out a breath and tried to focus on what was in front of her for now before she could spiral into the worry she felt. "Thanks, Naida. I really appreciate it." she told her friend with a small smile. Looking back to Dimia, she gave her shoulders a small shrug. "Let's get to work then." 

The knight moved to take up a small corner of the desk, picking up one of the quills that had been laid out and dipping it into the ink. Naida moved up to take a spot besides her while Dimia left the two alone for now to write near Oliver. She caught the noblewoman supervising his work while she slowly did her own. Penelope shook her head and looked down at the blank paper in front of her. Dimia had set up one invitation for reference. The noblewoman wanted each one to be as identical to each other as possible. It would be a tedious task to try to match the writing style but not wanting to cause any arguments about it, Penelope got to work. She already had a feeling her hand would be cramping by the end of it though.