"Bein' drunk is probably the best way to stomach Missouri," she muttered in reply, semi-throwing the menu down onto the table. She'd just order the burger, rare, and then force Rylee to take her to Taco Bell after this. Though it wasn't as though she weren't enjoying herself, the setting was simply one normally unknown to her.
Lifting her eyes from the table's settings, she glanced from Fee to Karin, wondering at the underlying tension therein, and shot Rylee a curious look to see if he knew exactly what was going on. Considering the contents of Fee's apparent complaint, it more than likely had to do with Karin's somewhat unsettling appearance.
"An' yeah, born an' raised." She left her answer at that, letting Rylee add more if he so chose - Charlie was one who would always be short spoken when it came to talking about home. Because talking about home inevitably led to talking about family, and Charlie never wanted to talk about family.
Of course she recalled what she'd said to Karin the night she'd stumbled into her floormate's apartment, but was very carefully avoiding the subject - things were already strange enough around her and Rylee, especially since they'd seemed to have come to some kind of conclusion regarding their feelings for one another. Even then, there was no telling how long it would last, and Charlie would rather enjoy the truce until another fuse blew.
"Seriously? How do yah make do with just a handful of weeds an' some bread? I don't get why people around here do that, starve themselves, it's so dumb..." It was an honest opinion, even if it was delivered a little harshly. The waiter came around the table, depositing glasses of water for everyone, and then left as it seemed those seated were still taking their time ordering.