““You knew all along?" "Not all along," Penelope said. "But a long. At least since fifth year, when you insisted we follow Baz around the castle every other day. You made me go to all of his football games." "To make sure he wasn't cheating," Simon said, out of habit. "Right," Penelope said. "I was starting to wonder whether you'd ever figure it out. You have figured it out, haven't you?" Simon felt himself smiling and blushing, not for the first time this week. Not for the fiftieth. "Yeah...””
