Cooking for...one. (OTA)

[innocendiary]

If anyone were to pass by Charlie's room on the first floor, they might notice the scent of things being cooked. Her door is partly open, mainly to keep an eye on anyone passing by. She had this weird idea that her luck was horrible and that one day either Rainbird or Hollister would show. And she'd even consider it terrible if her father showed up

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[faramir_hurin]

I didn't really expect the cat to come barreling out of my room as he did. Well, he always liked it when Sam was here across the hall cooking, but this doesn't smell like that. Still, it's food and he's already in the room except for the end of his tail... and that's inside now too.

"Olore!" I call out. "Olore mi'n Erume!"

This followed by more in Quenya about how rude it is to run from me and into places unknown. He's not so large as the black cat on this floor by quite a lot, but he still could be startling. My book goes on the counter and I'm following him quickly, approaching the open door with a bit of a red face.

[innocendiary]

Charlie only vaguely heard the mans voice, her concentration on shredding the insides of the squash. She noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and startled, shrieking just slightly. The fork she'd been holding fell to the floor as she watched the very large feline.

"Where did you come from?" She glanced towards the door and noticed the mildly annoyed looking man. "Is this yours?"

[faramir_hurin]

I hear a woman's voice, then I'm at the door and she's speaking to me. I am so embarrassed.

"Yes, he is mine. In as much as cats believe they belong to anyone." I'm trying to smile. "May I come and get him? He shouldn't jump up--he's supposed to know better."

[innocendiary]

Charlie nodded, one eye on the feline. "Yeah. Come on in." She tried smiling as well. "He's pretty."

[aibileen]

Aibileen is walking to her room, fresh from leaving the McClane's. She's thinking a few steps ahead to making something special for Erica, seeing as how she got good news at the doctor the other day. Maybe a prime rib instead of steak.

When she happens to look up, passing by a room, Aibileen stops in her tracks, then backtracks, eyes wide.

"Miss Skeeter?" she asks quietly, not sure because the hair is different, but the face is most definitely the same. And that lanky little body.

[innocendiary]

Charlie turned her head towards the sound of the voice, smiling slightly. She shook her head slightly, an almost apologetic look on her face.

"I think you have the wrong person. I'm Charlie," she said, walking over to the woman with her hand extended.

[aibileen]

This is the first time Aibileen's meet someone who...looked like another person she knows. Reaching out her hand tentatively, she still looks a little shocked.

"I'm sorry, it's just, you look like a friend. I'll be on my way," she apologizes, intending to go.

[innocendiary]

Charlie's smile fades just slightly. "You don't have to go. I don't mind the company." She genuinely felt bad for not being this Miss Skeeter woman.