"A good-looking watermelon," Charlie replied to Tonks with a grin, slipping out of his jacket and making sure he hung it somewhere he would remember as he somehow managed to return from visits with less clothing than he brought, assuming Bill or another family member had jumpers, jackets, and anything else that belonged to him thinking it their own. And Charlie only minded the one time he left a hooded jumper at The Burrow he bought in Romania, left it somewhere around the house, and it somehow 'mysteriously disappeared'—which he knew was a lie.
Not surprised Bill kissed him, Charlie wiped his face from the slobber. "I'm cutting your hair off for that, Bill. Don't turn your back on me for even a moment," he threatened, a prominent smirk on his face. "And I dunno what mum will say," he replied with a shrug, glad Fleur liked them as he watched her for a moment. Charlie never saw fit to judge Fleur or assume anything negative about her with the exception that he assumed she knew they did their best to welcome her and love her as a part of their own family.
"Anything you've got handy is fantastic, Fleur, thank you," he said smiling as he strolled slowly into the sitting room. He would have offered to help, but figured Bill would have been more than willing to direct him if needed.
Leaning forward to grab his coffee as he sat on a particularly comfortable couch, Charlie nodded as he looked around, "I agree, Tonks, it would have been lovely to grow up here, too. And," Charlie said, taking a drink from the coffee (which he found very tasteful), "a walk sounds brilliant." He nearly offered to hoist Tonks up on his back if she got tired (pregnant women did, right?), but thought better of it. He needed to respect that if she was still offended by anything he said previously, he needed to let things return to the way they were in time—and perhaps make a second attempt to apologise so she knew he meant it, which he most certainly did.