She nodded her head, "Sure" she said and moved to the side. Her hous was very warm since she always blasted the heater on. She hated being cold. She took Andrew and set him on the kitched counter attempting to put on his underwear. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled sheepishly, "Make yourself at home" she said. The place was covered with dirty laundry. But she was trying. Since her mother died, she always had to be the one to clean up the place. But she was fine with Charlie seeing the house like this. He's seen it before since he's been to her house tons of times.
Finally getting the little toddler into some sort of clothing, she walked into the livingroom and picked up some of the dirty laundry throwing them into the basket, "Hey Charlie" she panted from chasing her brother, "Uh, you want anything? We have some breakfast food still intact"