A lite blush crept to Charlie's cheeks. "Just a cookbook," Charlie fidgeted. It wouldn't be good for Charlie's reputation if word got out that he was a cookbook owning, romance novel reading, color coordinating type of bloke. He would never get shagged again. He supposed Rosmerta hadn't quite noticed his color coordination habit yet.
Charlie cleared his throat and smiled a bit, "so what sort of creatures do you specialize in Millicent?"