Penelope noticed his gaze flicker down towards her unfinished food. She glad that he didn't try to push her to eat more though and gave a small nod at his words as she rose to her feet. "See you then." she said before slipping off the bench and making her way out of the Great Hall. Now that she was feeling a little better after speaking with both her father and Crow, she made her way to the Lenz's room with less stress than before and even felt a bit eager to get to work on things now. It didn't take her long to reach the room and she knocked on the door, before stepping back to wait for a response. 

It didn't take long for Dimia to poke her head out. As her gaze fell on Penelope, she raised an eyebrow at her in a confused manner. "Penelope? You're here already?" she questioned.

Used to Dimia griping about her being late, she was caught off guard by the other noblewoman's confused expression. "Well.. yeah.  I figured there'd be quite a bit to do to get ready for this evening so I came as soon as I could." she explained shrugging her shoulders. 

Dimia let out a sigh. "There is a lot to do but that's work for the servants I've hired. We don't have to do anything aside from overseeing them and making sure things get done properly, which is a one woman job that I can handle." she said dismissively. 

Penelope blinked in surprise. "There's nothing else?" she questioned. As Dimia shook her head, the knight frowned slightly. "Well maybe I could go help the servants then if they have so much to do. Where are then? At the ballroom already?"

Dimia groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please don't go doing low class work right before the party where you need to impress everyone."

Penelope rolled her eyes, slightly irritated by how Dimia spoke. She didn't see why it would have been such an issue. Sure she had to impress others but most of their guests wouldn't even be around until later in the day and by then she'd be ready to impress. Besides, it was just a bit of labor, what harm could that possibly due to her reputation? While she wanted to argue with Dimia about, she decided it was best not to, especially after all that she had done to help prepare this party. "Alright fine but then what am I supposed to do? Surely there's something other than just standing around." Penelope grumbled. 

"If you really must do something then you can spend the day getting ready with me." Dimia announced, folding her arms over her chest.

"Isn't it a little early to start getting ready?" Penelope questioned.

"The host must always be ready far before the guests arrive... And I can tell you haven't had a bath in sometime." Dimia snorted.   She sighed and called over her shoulder. "I'll be leaving a bit early, dear. I'll meet you in the ballroom later." When a quiet reply of approval came, Dimia stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her. She gestured to Penelope, who was shooting an annoyed glare at her for the bathing comment, to follow her. "Come on then. Let's head to the bath house."