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Echo stilled as the fingers came towards him before slowly stretching his neck forward and sniffing at them for a few seconds before obviously deeming them acceptable. He took a couple of steps forward and butted his head at the fingers, demanding some sort of stroking or scritching. Or just a good head rub. He wasn't an endless lap cat, but he could get pretty demanding about affection when he wanted it.
Charlie watched the show, smiling softly as Theo gained Echo's trust. Echo was fairly easy going, and Charlie liked seeing him interact with other people. There was something nervous about Theo's response to him, but he had a feeling he really did like the idea of the cat.
He smiled in thanks as Theo got up to answer the window, hiding his wince at the jump Theo had given. He muttered his thanks and pulled open the note and snorted when he read it. "Give me second and I'll write a reply," he said, picking up his wand and summoning quill and parchment, scrawling out a reassurance for his friend and folding it for the owl to take. He handed it to Theo with a smile. "There are treats..." he trailed off, unable to remember where he'd left them. Sometimes they were in the kitchen, but sometimes he took the bag into his room for Nebula and left it in his draw. "Actually I'm not sure where they are," he said apologetically, rubbing at his face fingers scratching the edge of his hairline for a few seconds. He shook his head. Nope, no idea, and he didn't actually fancy Theo going into his room if they were in there. They didn't know each other all that well yet.
"It'll have to do without, or it'll swipe something. Actually anything that's left out is probably fair game anyway."