Chuck now knew what laundry was. He'd definitely need some help. Of course, he had thrown his Maze clothes in the trash - he didn't want a reminder of his death. "This is the first time I've had clean clothes - like, really clean - since I first woke up in the cage. I like it." He liked that there wasn't sweat or a lingering smell. It felt cozy. "I want to learn. Both how to cook and how to do laundry." He had been deemed not-so-good at cooking before, but that was because he threw up when he had been asked to kill a chicken for food. If the meat already came dead, Chuck was sure he could do it better.
"I think you're probably good at it. Helping people." He seemed like it, anyway. "I want to help people to." Like how Thomas helped him.