Rosemary was not good with explanations so she let out a silent hoorah when Charlie was quick to understand what she was asking. It wasn't like what she said was all that complicated to get. She needed to know what to do about this hamburger guy now that she knew there was something there. Hamburger guy had only seen her in her beast form so clearly she had to do something about that but beyond that, she didn't know what to do. That was where Charlie was going to come in. Charlie and her vast knowledge of all things girl.
She did another hooray, vocal this time when Noah slid his coloring book over to her. Her thanks was her smile. She still had yet to completely acknowledge Noah. Nothing mean about it but she was loyal to her friend and Royce was adamant about having no feeling or good opinion about the vampire. It was nothing personal. Unless Noah did something to hurt Charlie. Than it would become personal. Rosemary liked Charlie. Not in the same way that Royce did but with every day, she was liking her more and more. No, that wasn't right. Her affection for the human was deepening.
Charlie was making Royce increasingly happy. After they started to officially be dating, Royce seemed to be walking on air. Except for the times when he had to worry and then he was walking on the ground, steady and stalker-ish. It was kind of funny that Royce was the one becoming the stalker when it was more in her own personality to do that. Yes, Rosemary could admit that. She had no problem with following someone. Sometimes, it was fun. Sometimes, it was boring. All the time, it was better than not doing anything at all.
Rosemary didn't take much notice when Charlie called her 'Rose' or when Charlie pulled out her cellular device to call someone. She was far too busy with coloring the large butterfly on the big cartoony flower. And keeping a wary eye on Noah at the same time. It wasn't that she expected him to jump out at her over the table, even though she kinda did expect and really, even if he did attack her, Rosemary was sure that she could take him on. He was small. She was small. The fight would have been pretty evenly matched. 'Cept, Rosemary was sure that Charlie wouldn't like that. The blonde wasn't into fighting anyway. She had never been properly trained in that so what she knew, she had either learned from Royce or random people they had met on the road.
It wasn't until there was a knock on Charlie's door did Rosemary get the first inkling that something was amiss. She even shared a look with Noah before the door opened. What was this brunette chick doing here? It didn't take Rosey a millisecond to then realize what this brunette was. She froze in place, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. This girl was asking so many questions and Rosemary didn't know which one to answer first. She looked to Charlie for help, for some kind of clue as to what she was supposed to do with this new person. Was this new girl asking about where she met Royce? "I've known Royce since I was little. I don't remember what I was wearing. A shirt? Maybe brown. I liked brown a lot. Am I supposed to start from when I was born because I don't remember that ..."