<span class="bbc_u">Charlotte w/ group at table</span><br/><br/>Charlotte let out a small laugh as Rusty downed his champagne. She enjoyed alcohol, sure. But the way she acted while intoxicated probably wouldn't attract too many friends in the house, so she held off, choosing a glass of water with some lemon instead. As Evelyn thanked her, she turned the smile to her,<strong>"Of course. Though I'm sure Jackie could teach you a bit more about Cajun cooking than I. I lived in a real small area of Louisiana called Bayou Gauche for a bit. Not long enough to develop an accent or anything, but at least long enough to pick up a few tricks."</strong>The fact was, Charlotte had never stayed much of anywhere for too long. Luckily, it furthered her cooking skills, being able to be submerged in the various cultures around the US.<br/><br/>She sat, leaning against the back of her chair heavily for a moment, the heat in the dining area two degrees too hot from the stove just a room away. As Matthew commented on the set up of dinner, she arched an eyebrow, looking at him with a small questioning smirk on her lips.<strong>"I wouldn't expect it to be. With our varying schedules. Besides, I enjoy cooking and all, but every night is too much."</strong>She cocked her head to the side, then. It seemed Matthew was a bit of a pessimist. She was herself, of course, but if he was like that all the time she would surely end up being more than frustrated by the time the year was up.