"You should meet her. It's better that you meet her when she isn't drunk and ready to shoot someone." Charlie quickly devoured a slice of mango, chewing. He even threw in a smile for his housemate and friend. It wasn't that he was trying to ignore the whole strawberry trees with chocolate sap, but he was actually working on something that could really exist. He wouldn't ask more from the universe than it could possibly give. Charlie wasn't even sure he deserved what he got at the moment, be it for good or bad.
"Bring something with pasta. We're working a later shift today, I think." He sipped at his coffee absently before standing straight to start cleaning up. "We can talk about her cat, which isn't a euphemism. The cat can speak directly into your mind; it's a little disturbing at first, but imagine what it's like for a cat. Going right into a human brain to communicate."
Charlie set things in the sink, rinsing a few off to make sure the juices didn't congeal to create a very nasty mess. He might have spent too long a time in prison, especially for an innocent man, but he had gone to prison domesticated - this was nothing new.
"Where can you vacation here, in the City, if you are a criminal?" Charlie wasn't caught on this idea, but it seemed like good conversation for the moment. "There aren't that many places to go, and some criminals find doing crime is vacation. Did you feel that way?"