Cat grinned. "You do seem like a bit of a troublemaker. But to be honest," she said, leaning toward Charlie conspiratorially, "I rather like that in a girl." She gave her a wink. The affinity she felt for this girl was more than enough to make her friendly, and though she couldn't be sure it was mutual, the kinship she felt with Charlie only grew stronger each time they met, it seemed. After a moment of considering her, she said,
"You should come to my flat for dinner this week. Not to say that I'll cook," she gave her a sly smile, "But I'll certainly arrange for there to be food and wine. You should bring a friend or two; anyone you like. We'll eat, drink, be merry, and lament the bloody awful traffic and healthy living that seems to be the dominant force of nature in this part of the world, God help us."