Charlotte didn't expect him to just accept her offer as charity, she knew he'd want to pay her back, she'd do the same thing if the situation was reversed. So, when he suggested that she dock his pay until he was completely paid off, she nodded in agreement. "Deal." She smiled and grabbed her bag that was set on the counter. She dug through the bag, pulling out a checkbook. She wasn't sure how much he owed, so she looked up as she filled some of it out. She was writing it out to him so his landlord knew it was his money, not hers. Then again, she could always use her title to make sure the landlord doesn't mess with Ethan again, but only if he wanted her too. She didn't like to pull rank. "How much do you owe?" She looked up to him in question, her pen hovering over the blank check.<br/><br/>She smiled and laughed softly to herself when he pondered the ways he could help her, tilting her head as he joked. She was about to reply, but he beat her to it by suggesting that they discuss the terms of his employment over lunch. She thought to herself for a moment, pondering the idea before nodding in agreement. "A 'work lunch.' Sounds good to me." She flashed him a bright smile and picked up her things. She did laugh at his joke on the taxes, he wasn't wrong. The class system was royally fucked up, and she wanted to find a way to fix that. She looked down, realizing she was still wearing his shirt, shrugging. She'd just return it to him on a later date, she'd wash it for him first. Despite what her family does, she doesn't have a maid or anything like that. She preferred to be on her own, to take care of her own things, live her own life. "Lead the way, I don't have much to do today."<br/><br/>With that, she tossed her shirt that was torn beyond repair into his trash can. It was just strips of fabric now. She threw her bag over her shoulder and followed him out of his apartment. She noticed his lip, which was still red from his previous encounter, wincing in sympathy as they walked down the stairs. However, she couldn't feel too badly, it was obvious that he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He led them both to a small street vendor that had small tables decorating the surrounding lot. There were a surprising amount of people there, so Charlotte suggested that they grab a table before getting food just so they had somewhere to sit. They chose a table with an umbrella to shield from the sun that sat a little to the left of the vendor. "I've never been here, what's good?" She tilted her head as she sat her bag down, glancing up to Ethan. She'd take his word for whatever was the best to get here, she wasn't particularly picky. She looked around, observing the people that peppered the lot. There were a handful of kids as well, and they ran around chasing each other, bringing a bit of a smile to Charlotte's lips. This place was very... homey, for a lack of a better ford. She loved the atmosphere.