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[ It doesn't take long for him to find her, panting a little but and waving his hands in front of her face, ] Raven-- Raven, you've got to see this! [ And for a moment he looks very much his age, bright, a little surprised, but enthusiastic. ]

[] Charles, what are you talking about? What is this?

Come on-- [ He's got her wrist, or tries to, so he can pull her back toward the house with him, keeping a even pace so neither of them tripped. ]

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[ Innnnto the house, into the kitchen, where he's assembled a dinner. Nothing fantastic, but he's entirely put it together, and cooked, it himself. He extends a hand, ] I thought we might have a meal.

I've shipped Erik off in the hopes of teaching Sean to land properly.

You cooked! []

How long did this take you? []

Just a while, come on. [ He nudges her toward the table, hoping she'll sit so he can portion out some soup. It's a familiar meal, in some ways, soup, potatoes, fish and peppers; something he was hopeful she still liked, anyway. ]

What do you want to drink?

And you didn't burn down the house. Good job. I'm very proud of you, Charles. []

What would you serve Erik to drink? []

Scotch probably, [ He shrugged a little bit, leaning on the back of the chair. ] But I'm not on a dinner date with Erik, I'm on a dinner date with my sister, so, what do you want to drink? [ He wrinkles his nose, impatient, ] Or I'll just get you a cola.

No. [] If that's the case, I'd like some white wine, please. Goes better with fish. [] Is there anything I can help you with? Anything I can do?

Try not to choke if it tastes bad. [ He laughs as he gathers a long stemmed glass for her and pours her a glass of white wine and after a long moment he does the same for himself. ]

If it makes me sick, I'll be polite and not tell you. [}