With a return of the hug, Charlie began to relax a bit. He shrugged slightly with a hint of a grin. "You two were getting off too light with what I was sending anyhow. 'Bout time you learned to get your supplies from respectable vendors, not weaseling them off of your older brother."
Moving to lean against the counter, he thought for a moment. "Stag party, right. We have to do this right -- it's not every day that one of us gets married, and I want Bill to remember this night forever." He made sure to elongate forever, steepling his fingers like some sort of evil villain. It would have only been more fitting had thunder cracked in the background.