He tidied himself up very quickly -- another vest since Obediah had liked the first, but no tie this time. No tie was almost daring, for Charles.
There was ink on his boot, but nothing to be done for it in time, so he felt rather rumpled, all in all, but he thought Obediah would hardly notice.
He brought a small wicker box and a carefully sealed envelope with him when he arrived, peeking through the door before carefully entering, still a bit cautious.
Even just seeing Obediah made him relax by inches. He offered a smile as he crossed the room to the booth.