"No need to kiss me on the cheek," Charlie replied, clapping Bill on the back, "and your house is wonderful, Bill. You and Fleur have done wonderfully with it." Keeping the wrapped gift tucked under his arm until Bill's or Fleur's hands were free, he stepped inside behind Tonks.
"Something smells good," he said, his stomach growling. Charlie was usually hungry, usually not without something edible in his hand, and never turned down a meal—of course, this also meant seeing friends and family, so he had an additional motive. "Do you have any pets, yet? I thought about bringing you something... exotic... but decided to give you candlesticks instead," he grinned, giving Bill and Fleur the gift. "Dad suggested it," Charlie continued, "so it's sort of a 'from all of us' gift, though it's not the last thing you'll get, I'm sure. Knowing mum, half of your house will be overtaken with things that used to be in the Burrow," he said with a laugh.