"Anythin' he doesn't take, I will," Charlie chirped in, uninvited but still completely sincere. Her eyes watched as Rylee piled everything onto his plate, gladdened by the little signs that were simply him. He'd always be the tidy child to her messy demeanor, and she took his cue for one of her own to at least put her cutlery onto her plate and pick up her glass for a long sip of cool tea.
Remaining seated in her chair, she carefully watched the interaction between Rylee and Cat. She'd always been horrible at reading people - the only reason why she knew the blond so well was due to years of close contact, ingraining his mannerisms and tells into her mind through simple repetition. Charlie was unable to tell if there was anything necessarily amiss here, now, in Cat's apartment; if one were to ask her of her opinion on the entire meal, she would have said it went well.
For a moment, she wondered if she should go with Rylee, or if she had the option of staying with Cat. In her mind, both seemed like perfectly good ideas, though she wasn't sure if the woman would find her presence intrusive. Charlie was always of the mind that less was better, and the thought that Cat could be of a similar nature occurred to her. The only plans she'd made with Rylee were to eat dinner at Cat's - and since he had work, undoubtedly he'd have some evening plan to follow. Sometimes she scratched her head at how many times Rylee brushed his teeth, but there was probably a good reason for it. "Yah want me to go with yah, Ry?"