Nodding, Rarity relinquished and went into the apartment to make a pot of coffee. She made an effort not to sigh, but she only made it to the kitchen before she slacked a bit. What had she done? And why could he not understand this was not long term? She would put her foot down after only so long, not that she would just throw Charlie out, but she was not going to raise him until he was an adult. She wasn't even sure she could have commit to a full year. Maybe a few months. Things happened, and she understood that, that was why she had helped Clint. Rarity had never anticipated keeping Charlie. Art made her feel like a bad person for having helped someone in need...
Filling the pot with water, she poured it into the coffee maker and waved a hand for it to finish itself. She couldn't be bothered.
Meanwhile, Charlie sat in his little bouncy seat, laying back and looking up at the ceiling, happy as a clam all tucked in, holding his bottle.