Charlie's eyebrows raised with a great amount of interest at the mention of spiced pumpkin pie (really, though, he nearly started drooling—it was almost disgusting how much his life revolved around food). "What month is it now? Are we getting close to October?" he joked, looking at his wrist which, of course, did not have a watch nor a calender on it. "I'll likely come back just because you said that."
Laughing, Penny sounded a lot like Percy: incredulous there was life beyond their careers. Charlie was very similar, however. He hardly had much of a social life until he left Romania to return to the U.K. Only in the last few months has Charlie come out of his shell a bit more—and it only took until he was in his mid-twenties. While in school, his focus was on his work and Quidditch, then he was more interested in dragons. He was young, sure, but his interests had not changed much. He still wanted to work with dragons when the war was over and he still enjoyed flying.
"Fizzing straws in coconuts?" he asked, just as the server brought them their drink orders. "Thanks," he told them, glad to just have water. Charlie knew caffeine at this hour on a Monday night would have led to little or no sleep. "Where did you and Meghan go, then?"
After placing their dinner orders, Charlie decided on quiche and soup (he was knackered and wanted something heavy and filling), he turned his attention back to Penelope. It was wonderful she took a holiday during the war, so many people likely needed that as difficult as it may be to do. Charlie could not imagine needing one himself, but perhaps many individuals did not think they need to go on holiday until they are actually lying on a beach somewhere with no obligations, no deadlines, and nothing to worry about.