"The chips are only the appetizer," he said. Charlie would never be able to be able to sit down for only chips—he would always at least eat a sandwich. "Surely you know me well enough to know this is only the beginning. And I've been well, Hestia, with the exception of not being able to spend time with Ron."
Charlie frowned a bit, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug. He let a long moment pass before shaking his head, "but I understand the reasons for it. I've been away in Romania for so long, it's like I come back and I still don't see anyone much. It means a lot to me that you came to dinner, Hestia. Thank you," he said, reaching across the table for a moment to squeeze her hand. Charlie usually did not show emotion, but Hestia had known him for fifteen years now, and there was not much Charlie could hide from her anymore.
"Of course I remember your favourite treats!" he said, changing his tone and sitting back. "They always put a smile on your face, Hestia. That's why I did it. Plus, I heard a rumor that chocolate cures colds," he winked.