Rosemary stepped in and headed for the kitchen long before Charlie got a chance to finish her sentence. Honestly, the girl could have such an odd way of talking. Why all the pauses? What was the confusion? So she was a little early. She wasn't that early and it wasn't like Charlie didn't have food already cooking and hey, there were cookies on the counter waiting for her! They smelled fresh, which they had to be since she had eaten all of them yesterday. Eaten a lot of the cookie dough too until Royce made her put it away. They weren't here to eat Charlie out of house and home. Charlie wasn't outlandishly rich. She wasn't dirt poor either but that didn't mean that Charlie could just spend a whole bunch of money on food. Feeding the two of them was quite the chore, she'd say that. Charlie had seen them eat last night and then volunteered to feed them again so it was on her head if they did eat all her food.
Okay, she wouldn't eat all of Charlie's food. She had already promised Royce that she wouldn't be such a pig. If they were being honest, Royce ate quite a bit too and the only reason he wasn't eating his normal amount of food (which was twice the amount that Rosemary ate) was because he was trying to impress Charlie.
Rosemary still wasn't all that excited about the prospect of something possibly romantic between Royce and Charlie. She had nothing against the girl personally. Most of it was superficial, she could admit to that. But there was nothing about Charlie that she thought was extra special. Royce saw something but he had yet to be able to articulate what that something was. Whenever Rosemary pressed him about his thoughts about Charlie, nothing intelligent ever came out.
Or sometimes even comprehensible. She should be able to get what he saw too, which was what was frustrating her the most. Royce may have been the one to be around Charlie the most in his human form but she saw the same things that he saw, heard the same things that he heard. What was it that she wasn't seeing?
"Hrmph?" With two cookies already half-chewed in her mouth and one in each hand, Rosemary turned to Charlie with eyebrows raised. Chewing some more and swallowing, she stuck her third cookie in her mouth and chewed some more, unbothered by whatever state her hair was in. "Freak yourself out. I don't care." If Charlie wanted to brush her hair, that was a little weird but okay. As long as she could keep eating cookies.