Charlie wasn't expecting to see the bookshop keeper, but he really hadn't expected to see anyone in particular. He hadn't started doing any hard looking yet. He gave Errol a smile and a once over. The man seemed well enough.
"Do we ever know anyone?" It was a bad habit, but Errol didn't seem like a bad man. Honour was fond of Errol as far as Charlie was concerned, so the shopkeeper couldn't be that bad. Then again, Beauty did tend to like the Beast.
"Hello, Mr. Partridge." Charlie extended his hand. Charlie might have done a little digging into Errol, enough to know the man's last name. Then again, they had met long ago, or seemed long ago. He was still working out how long ago long ago might be, and did it matter if long ago wasn't as long ago as long ago would be for someone else?
"Are you okay?" There was a hint of something about Errol that begged the question, just a little. Plus, it was nice to ask.