Adelaide can't help a small smile as Karen loses the battle to resist chubby cheeks and baby-smell and plump little legs. It reassures her, somehow, when other women don't seem to have every last little thing about babies down pat by some mysterious instinct, and she isn't the sort of mother to hover and worry even when someone looks a bit unsure. She's sure Karen is plenty competent to hold nineteen pounds of warm and curious.
She sips her coffee and wonders just exactly what a woman of her experience really means - she didn't finish high school, ran away with a stash of money her criminal brother hid in the ceiling of their trailer, and spent a couple of years decorating cakes and making people believe she was qualified to decorate their homes. For all she can gather, she's just good at getting by. But that is an existential crisis for another day. She smiles instead, hopefully.
"Do you think so? I've never worked in an office, but I actually think I might be fantastic at it. I could organize things non-stop for days, it's almost too bad Rob is so tidy. I missed my calling cleaning up after a slob of a man," she laughs, while Charlie gets settled back into his seat, calm and curious in his way. She lifts her brows at Karen. "Would you maybe let me know if there's a spot for me?" she asks. Generally Adelaide isn't someone who likes to ask things of other people, even something as simple as this, but for the greater purpose she can set that briefly aside.