Nocturne Summit (m) This is why we can't have nice things, darling.

There was something odd in her voice when she responded, which Penn went ahead and took as a sign that his ploy had worked. She was jealous. Holy shit, was this really happening? Much as Penn put on the show of blind confidence, he did have his silent doubts about himself. His chances with this hot ass mom were something he had hoped like hell for, but he hadn't been entirely convinced of in spite of how often he told himself that yeah, she totally wanted him. But now, faced with the fact that it might actually be true, he was thrilled, excited, and starting to get a little nervous.

He was so gonna fuck it up.

"Is there anything in particular you need that I should keep an eye out for?" Penn asked, letting his voice drop a little lower, softer, and subtly emphasizing the word need as he spoke. He too began to drift his course back towards her as he pretended to search. As though he had any capacity to actually pay attention to plants when she was like, right there, looking like a goddess and smelling like something he wanted to drown himself in.