It took her a moment to process his words, the arrangement and context not seeming to make any sense. Then, finally, her mind worked through them, and she was unable to hold back a laugh. "Rubbish? You named your cat Rubbish?"
Charlie moved into the room, and Susan realised that he was walking toward Nicky. Immediately she tensed again, still feeling completely unprepared for the moment, despite having thought about it more times than she could count. She debated internally for a half a second over whether to tell him first and then introduce them, or to see how they reacted to one another first. She was saved the decision by a particularly loud wail.
Susan gave Charlie another apologetic look, crossing quickly to Nicky's bed and picking him up. Maybe the mashed up bits of food he'd eaten at Mum's hadn't settled well with him. She rubbed his back, resting her cheek on the top of his head and making little soothing noises. Turning back to Charlie, she said, "Well, this is Nicky. I'm thinking singer? Maybe teacher. Put rowdy students right in their place with that voice."