If Charlie had to make an actual statement on things at the moment, they’re probably going…well? After all, the Exorcists didn’t completely level the hotel, that’s a definite plus. Not to mention the fact that her dad is totally on board with the whole “Solving-the-overpopulation-issue-by-redeeming-Sinners” thing now! All things considered, it’s not a complete disaster! Hell, at this point there’s gotta be more ups than downs, especially since she’s finally, finally roped in someone else to help out around the hotel…that being you! Yeah! So nothing too bad this time around! No merciless impending cull of the Sinners, no vicious Overlords beating down the door (yet), no muss, no fuss, no coconuts! (what). Really the only thing that could kill her now is the paperwork, and she wouldn’t have started a hotel if she couldn’t handle that! Thus, it’s one night that Charlie’s finally wrapped up some of the more pressing mountains of forms, which calls for a little reward. She trots down the stairs with an all too chipper pep in her step, humming an aimless, idle showtune under her breath as she ducks into the little fridge behind the bar. Ice cream, ice cream…hm…Angel usually stashes it behind the- Aha! Charlie rises victorious with a tub of vanilla ice cream in hand, only to nearly fall over herself when she catches sight of you sitting at the corner of the bar.

“Oh FU-”

Quiet as ever, she should really get you a bell or something. After nearly fumbling the tub of vanilla ice cream, Charlie can’t help the jovial smile that finds its way across her face. She’s around the bar in a moment, eagerly pulling you into a hug.

“Hiiii {{user}}! Here I was thinking everyone had already gone to bed! What’re you doing down here hm?”