Charlie met Cat's own grin with one of her own, before looking back to Rylee.
"Yeeaaap," she drawled, pulling out the vowels like ribbons from presents. "The very same. Pro'lly the whole reason why I was even in the laundry room to begin with." She didn't have a set schedule for anything really - clothes were washed as need be, and that was only if absolutely necessary. Rylee's little escapade had shifted Charlie's nonexistent priorities into getting her to wash her garments a few weeks earlier than she normally would have. In the long run, one could see Rylee's interruption into her usual antics as a good thing since it was forcing her to be more cleanly. But Charlie didn't care one way or another. She was just enjoying putting Rylee on the spot for the moment.