Penelope laughed, the sort of short, barking laugh one has when they aren't very accustomed to doing such a thing, then stopped suddenly and blushed at how stupid she presumed it sounded. "I-it ah... Ahem... Sorry. It just wasn't something I was expecting you to say. I think by this point... it's really something you can use in any context, s-so ah, I wouldn't worry about it. Feel free to blurt away... Y-you know... Y-you know what I mean."
She made a face in the direction of the refreshments table. Seemed like things were a bit... chaotic in that direction to say the least. And there was punch everywhere, mostly on that shorter boy, but she couldn't help but wonder whether or not the school had a manager... er... Janitor. She wasn't sure why she had mixed the two up. The sorts of shenanigans occurring over thataway were giving her second thoughts about the cake... but no, she was definitely going to have some sort of fun this evening, and cake seemed like a pretty good place to start.
"...Yes." She said in response to Trisha's wonderings. "Um... I'm afraid so yes. B-but I'll... um... I'll definitely try and cheer up. And, I'm gonna have some fun, even if it kills me! No wait, that sounded weird..."
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Chris, dumbfounded, shifting his eyes from the president and Angela, arguing after being offered by two glasses of liquid. He crossed his arms and made a silent 'tch.' before looking at the other students nearby. Having disturbingly fun. His eyes soon caught at the feline near Suck boy..