Charlie remembered as a child wondering why he needed to shower when Pookie would gladly lick him from head to toe. He smiled and kept his eyes closed, burrowing into his fur to dry his face. "My shower's done." he joked, ignoring the slightly less painful jab at leaving her side.  Now that he knew he wasn't going to ween himself, he felt a little better about leaving for school.<br/><br/>Hugging Pookie tight he rambled on about his new friend Glenn and the weird guy Lester, though he didn't say anything about almost being carried off for who knows what, in fear his mother might hear.  he wonder often how much Pookie could hear, but the bear always seemed to give hm a good answer one way or another.  "It's gonna be hard to avoid him it seems." he ended in a mumbled.