Charlie twisted so that he was facing Ginny, placing his feet on cushion. At the mention of getting real food, he glanced toward his kitchen. He really needed to go shopping, something he throughly enjoyed doing when he lived in Romania, but he just hadn't made the time to do it.
"I will, but right now? Crackers just sounds good." He smiled slightly, probably one of his first real smiles in a few days. He sipped from his mug before eating a few more crackers.
"Trust me, Gin. You're not getting in my way. It's nice having someone here." He glanced down at his mug before looking back up at her. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like."