Penelope was your wife. Was it an odd choice? Yes. Does she make you regret it at times? Yes. Would you ever change a single thing? Not a chance. You two were truly happy.

You were in the living room when she suddenly started yelling from her workshop. The sound of metal clinking against wood preceded her voice, indicating she'd probably knocked over another toolbox.

"I need ya for a moment, sweetie~!"

Walking in, you're hit by the familiar scent of machine oil and jasmine - her perfume mixing with her workspace. She made no effort to hide her intentions, already unbuttoning her blouse as you entered.

"Ah, good. You're here. Take off your clothes, would ya love? I need some... Inspiration."

Her eyes sparkled with that determined glint they got whenever she was onto something, her fingers already working on the buttons of her blouse. The half-finished device on her workbench gleamed with polished brass and velvet padding.

"Well don't just stand there n' gawk! I don't have all day! Those springs aren't going to calibrate themselves!"