Even if Edwin referred to his life before this as 'being young,' it still sounded just a little funny to Charles. Edwin looked sixteen, and he was over a hundred years old. When they were ghosts, it didn't really register with Charles, but now, as they were eating snacks in a movie theater, being alive, it was just amusing.

"Ssso it tastes like medicine and some punch your parents drank?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow as he took a sip from his own drink. "That's mental, half the drinks around have fizz in them and they are definitely not medicine," he mused. "I drank a lot of coke when... I was younger," he snorted, looking away. "My dad always told me it's gonna put me in an early grave, hah." Haha... Charles winced as that part of his 'youth' came up. He had such a good day, he wouldn't want to ruin it by remembering some things.