action:

[charring]

[Charlie's not home. Nor is she at the Dragon. She's wandering the City. She'll be at;

The park: with all of her pets. Yes. All. There's a white fox on a leash. A grey-ish cat who goes where the fox goes. An old calico who really doesn't give a rats ass about anything and is hiding under a nearby park bench. There's a small Daschund puppy with incredibly hairy ears who would rather run and pounce at the turtleducks in the pond, only to run away barking loudly when they so much as look in his direction. Because Gwaine is the bravest, fiercest dog ever OH GOD THEY'RE GETTING OUT OF THE WATER QUICK HIDE BEHIND CHARLIE!

And Charlie has found a nice spout under a tree to read. With a hedgehog sleeping on her shoulder. Yes. A hedgehog.

Grocery Shopping: without the pets.

At the Dragon: helping with construction by using her ability to weld.

She's entirely botherable!]

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[charring]

[Webbed...oh. Well then. Charlie's just going to put the cat down again, carefully. And nudge a third bowl of food towards the mother cat.]

[bamfingcats]

[Oh. Food! Well. Momma approves of this and starts to daintily eat from the dish. When the grey kitten tries to take a bite out of it, he gets a parental swat.

The webbed toed kitten goes back to playing in the water dish and the boob kitten makes noises as he's heard mama.]


Hello?

[And that is a very human voice coming from outside the office.]

[charring]

Now, who's...? [Charlie stands, still holding the boob kitten as she peeks out of the office.]

Hi, can I help you?

[reincarnshaman]

Oi! There you be, Brat!

[Perhaps not the best words out of his mouth, but he's talking about the kitten, named Brat.]

[charring]

I'm...sorry? [She thought that was directed at her for a second. But then she looks down at the kitten and then back at the kittens in her office.]

Are all these yours?

[reincarnshaman]

Aye, I'm afraid so. That one be Brat.

[He says it with cheerful exhaustion.]