"That's right. And a cat," he joked, then pulled out the piece of paper and put it on top of the 'keep' pile. He could stick it on the fridge later or something.
"What do I want to play?" he repeated, oddly surprised and touched that Charlie had delegated the choice to him. Of course, he tried to think of what some of Charlie's favourites were. Everything was weapons right now. Or interior design. "Hmm..." he mused, letting go of Abi for a moment in favour of lifting Charlie down from the desk again. "Cops and robbers," he told him, and without even responding Charlie just gasped and ran out of the room to get his toy guns