"No skin off my back," Charlie shrugged. "I'm going to write to him anyway for tickets to a game, I think." He already invited Hestia to go to the game with him, and he did not want to press Marcus for too many. They were not exactly mates, and there was nothing Charlie could have offered Marcus in return—at least nothing Charlie could think of that Marcus could not get himself.
Finishing his dinner and thanking the server for the refill on his water, Charlie leaned back a bit and peered out the window and eyeballing the weather a bit. "It's really a relaxing environment," he replied with a nod. Charlie would certainly come back if he could manage.
"Thanks for having dinner with me," he said, glad to get together with old friends and family. He certainly missed various people more than he realised. Charlie had plenty of friends in Romania, but he could not imagine anywhere like Britain.