Charlie smiled at Ted again. It was a slightly more distant smile than before; the detective was thinking. He wished that Ted didn't have to be here, that he didn't have to be here, that they were back in LA, that he knew the truth about everything, that Reese was here, that he was glad Reese wasn't here, that Ted had someone to make him happy, that he had his wife, that Ted had his children....All these thoughts and more went through his mind as he looked at his housemate, or more his landlord, seeing as Ted now owned the house and had all the money.
"I don't think we'll be out of the office, so really anytime. I would say something that has nothing to do with fish. She lives with a talking cat, so it's quite possible she has to deal with fish a lot. Cats like fish, don't they? If the cat can talk, it probably talks about fish, or how much it likes fish. So, let's avoid fish." Charlie put a few more things away, even putting some of the fruit into the fridge.
"We need a fish!" Charlie remembered. "And a cat. We should get a fish and a cat. The horse hadn't worked so well, and the wolf isn't here. I looked. I hope they are safe." He nodded. "That's if you don't mind having a cat. I need to take a fish into work. Jennifer bought me one, yet, I keep losing them. I guess that could be a sign that I shouldn't have a fish. What do you think?"