[Penelope laughs, a bright, happy, almost normal laugh.]

I know. Once I get a taste of something I really like, I can't stop.

[Which is probably bad with most things, but she has this feeling that Freya likes hearing this. she doesn't feel a need to hide or be ashamed of her urges with this one, and she's always had a bad habit of equating touch with attachment. In this case though, it's probably okay.]

And really? Then he's not like mine. But...then he's also not cute so...

[She trails off, separating herself from her girlfriend at last, picking up her cane.]

I didn't think I'd be fighting monsters in my cosplay. We...should try and get home, get to where my gun and your bow are.