Charlie nodded, filling the glasses before taking a seat across from Honour. He set the wine bottle on the coffee table, not even thinking that the horse would get into it. He didn't think the horse cared when there were apples to be had.
"We aren't perfectly good. We can only be what we are and hope that is good." Charlie nodded. "Though, Ted doesn't have to hope; he is a good man. I am...a work in progress." He smiled at the two of them before taking a sip of wine.
"You brought food? Another apple?" Charlie did like apples after all. They were his favorite, even if he felt that might make the other fruit jealous. He liked almost all fruit, but the apple was and probably always will be his favorite. They were easier to carry and didn't require peeling.