Charlie accepted Cat's hug with no small amount of enthusiasm, which was strange in itself. Charlie never hugged anyone, let alone touched others, rarely even Rylee. But the gesture felt special and Charlie knew she'd be missing out if she acted awkward, though surprise at her own action registered in her mind.
"Come on, Ry, don't be a 'fraidy cat," Charlie replied, turning to glance at him with a smile, grab his hand and drag him into Cat's apartment. The space definitely matched the woman who lived within, and almost instantly Charlie felt...at home was a strange way of putting it, but the sensation was there. It more than likely stemmed from Cat herself, but Charlie was in too good of a mood to question these things.
"That smells awesome," she commented, her stomach grumbling from the smell of the take out. Without needing invitation, she moved toward the dining room table like she owned the apartment, or at least rented space from time to time. It just felt comfortable and welcoming, and she turned to look impatiently at Rylee, though her eyes danced with excitement. She really wanted these two to get along, for reasons she had yet to discover.