She took Cat's offer with no pause, pulling out a chair and grabbing the box of red curry with beef. Anything that was either deep fried in fat or smothered in some sort of sauce and spice was always the first thing on Charlie's plate, generally in a huge pile. Though her form was akin to that of a stick, the short woman had quite the appetite, and soon she had half of the box piled on to her plate.
"Damn, this smells good," she nearly groaned, her stomach echoing the sentiment with a loud growl. Stopping herself in mid-emptying of the box, she turned to glance at Rylee.
"Well, c'mon! Sit!" Though the words came out more of a command, they were uttered with a full grin as she released a hand to pat the seat next to her, encouraging Rylee to stay close - she knew that would more than likely keep him comfortable and settle his nerves, at least a little. But Charlie was quite of the opinion that Rylee had nothing to worry about, not with Cat; they were here to eat, maybe talk, but mostly eat. Food was always the forefront of Charlie's mind once it came down to mealtime.