"I've a yard," Emma grinned. "You can bring your dog over to play with mine any time you want, but I should warn you, Bratling--that's the kneazle--she's a bit of a bully sometimes."
She wrinkled her nose, then poked at him with one toe. "Well, then, you should try karaoke. Since you do it anyway. Bet you'd love it."
A faint flush stained her cheeks. She didn't so much know Charlie as possibly hero worship him, just a bit. "I've talked to him on the journals sometimes, but it's not like Katie, so we don't hang out, yeah? He worked in Romania. Couldn't get a job there, either. He's living with George now, too."