<span class="bbc_u">Charlotte w/ Everyone</span><br/><br/>She gave a bright smile to Matthew as he offered to help her unpack. Charlotte moved towards the door leading outside, before walking down to her car and beginning to unpack the multiple boxes she had crammed into the back of her small Jeep. It was mostly clothing, but a few pieces of art she had painted along with her acrylics and massive collection of music dominated a large part of her stuff as well. She looked like a cartoon character as she peeked out from behind the stack of boxes pressed in her hands as she navigated the stairs precariously. As she maneuvered inside the door, which she had shoved one of her shoes in to keep it from closing on her, she walked to the bedroom indicated by Matthew.<br/><br/>Charlotte set the boxes on the small full bed that didn't have Matthew's stuff placed on it before inspecting the room closely. It was decently sized, though a bit bare. She would start covering her half of the room with photos and paintings soon. She would have to invest in a room divider, as well as a bed spread. Luckily her friends would be bringing by her dark cherry furniture sometime the next day, allowing her to free up most of her half of the closet. Just in case Matthew needed more space. Her shoes would be in dividers under her bed, soon. After placing her paintings against the baseboards, until she could scrounge up a hammer and some nails, Charlotte made her way to the kitchen.<br/><br/>With Evelyn's help she soon had dinner prepared and plated for all eight of them in under two hours. She smelled like shrimp and onions, so a shower would be needed relatively soon. After Charlotte figured a movie in the living room sounded like a fabulous plan, unless somebody was already using the TV. Tasting the Creole one last time to make sure nothing was needed, she turned and hollered,<strong>"Dinner, kids!"</strong><br/><br/>