"That's sounds brilliant," Charlie replied, letting himself sink into his seat a bit. He looked around the restaurant again, a small smile on his face. There were plenty of eccentric places in Romania, and this felt comfortably familiar to him.
He sighed a bit at the question, "I was on holiday for eight years, Penny, when I was in Romania. It never felt like work to me, not one day of it. Working with dragons was a wonderful experience I want to go back to once the war is over and everyone can find their lives again. But, to answer your question properly... when I went to Egypt with my family a few years back. Five, years, I think." Charlie traveled enough that he did not really need a holiday, but the thought of taking another holiday, perhaps with just one or two of his mates, appealed to him all of a sudden.
"Percy will always work hard, that's just something he's always really believed in and it's admirable." Charlie worked hard, that he knew, but he worked hard because he needed to—he was good in school, but not the best, excelling more with Quidditch (and he knew that was not something he could rely on). "But by the sound of it, Penny, you work incredibly hard yourself."