"No, Tyrion. Chris has work to do. You shouldn't bother him with your games, and I don't want any part of it. Can't we just enjoy the cake? I won't forgive you if you ruin my time in the bakery. This is a special place for me," Penelope tried to reason with Tyrion.
"Very well. I won't," Tyrion promised.
"Good. Now eat your cake. You mustn't forget that I am still a little upset with the stunt you pulled earlier," said Penelope.
"You are not going to let me forget it, are you?"
"No. I have something to tell your mother whenever I want to see you be scolded," Penelope said, then took a bite of the cake.
"Have I ever told your father of having to kill the men you gambled against? I thought so," Tyrion added after Penelope started to choke on her food. "Here."
"Miss Penelope!"
Tyrion watched as Chris rushed to the table with a glass of water.
"You must be careful," Chris said.
Penelope accepted the water and drank some of it whilst glaring at Tyrion.
