Penelope smiled as Crow said he could ask Preston for the favor. "Thanks." she said appreciatively. It would likely save her quite a bit of time from having to run around talking to various people about requesting an audience with the king. That meant she'd have much more time to dedicate towards preparing sound argument. Most of her power lied in the signatures and letters of support she had received but she'd still have to speak with him about why it was so important to try to end the war peacefully. 

Talking to the king would be much different than speaking in front of a large crowd like she had done the night before. He held the highest title in the kingdom and he wouldn't be drunk. Not to mention she still wasn't sure what to think of the king. He was the father of two people she was quite close to but at the same time, his history and lack of change made within the kingdom still made her weary as to the type of person he was. 

Lost in thought, she fell behind her father and Crow as they made their way into the Great Hall. She was just barely stepping in when the sound of a familiar voice made her cringe, reminded of the one bad thing that did happen the night before. "Hey Penelope." in a voice more subdued than usual, Cedric addressed her from behind. He wore an apologetic look, clearly not forgetting her fury from the night before, and shifted awkwardly. "Do.. Can I join you for breakfast?" he asked tentatively. 

"I—" Penelope began to reply but didn't get the chance. 

"She's with me right now, Turner. I suggest you find someone else to sit with." John grumbled, shooting Cedric a cold look as he stepped up behind his daughter. Cedric had once asked John about courting her, and aware of what had followed, the older knight didn't exactly like him. And for once, Penelope was quite glad to let her father answer for her. Cedric may have been rather persistent in trying to repair the damage but even he wasn't foolish enough to challenge her father.

Cedric jumped, not noticing that Penelope had been accompanying her father until that moment. "Ah, mister Vermillion, sorry I didn't mean to intrude on anything."

"Good. Then we have no further business to talk about." John grunted. He waved Penelope ahead of him this time and pointed out an empty table for the three to take a seat at.