"We're detectives, we're almost an army," Charles pointed out grinning. He started to unpack the bags, placing everything on his side of the desk, trying not to disrupt Edwin's work. Though he paid little attention to it at the moment. He was just too excited to eat. "Yeah, I opened a tab under Crystal's name. Because, you see, everyone likes me and the bloke likes Crystal so it worked," Charles explained, placing the two coffees on the desk, along with some bottled water. "I couldn't decide what to get anyway so I got everything," he added.

Then he took a moment, looking at the amount of food he hoarded, and let out a little embarrassed chuckle. He did get carried away, didn't he? He looked up at Edwin again to comment on it but something squeezed his chest again. Fear, he realized, just a little, but guilt too. Because he was happy.

"So... if we get hungry again we could go back," he said a little quieter. "Now, eat, yeah? You're gonna need it."