"Yeah, but this was supposed to be drama-free," Charlie said, continuing to fidget with her hands. "I thought it'd help you two clear the air or something. I couldn't help noticing you were avoiding Al and then he started avoiding you..." She chewed her lower lip again. "I didn't think I'd make things worse."

"And you haven't, my dear!"

Charlie about jumped out of her skin as Alastor's voice called from just behind her. She gave a shriek and whirled about to nearly end up smacking herself in the face with the tray of mugs Alastor was brandishing. Fortunately, Alastor lifted it up just enough to avoid disaster. He lowered it again, offering the tray to her, Angel, and Husk.

"Hope you don't mind I took the liberty to make some hot chocolate. The real thing, not that grotesque powder," Alastor said cheerfully, no hint of his earlier melancholy registering on his face or in his mannerisms.

"Um...th-thank you, Al." Charlie took a mug and then helped herself to quite a few of the mini marshmallows in the bowl in the center of the mugs.