<span class="bbc_u">Charlotte w/ mass in kitchen</span><br/><br/>The bombardment of introductions had Charlotte looking very similar to a bobblehead, nodding at people by way of greeting. She would surely have to re ask each of their names at least once. A obvious French woman began spouting something about helping with the kitchen, and Charlotte just nodded, mumbling something that hopefully was an acceptance of the offer of help. Her eyes were currently glued to the woman named Aria, and though she felt bad for staring, the line of what looked to be...<em>blood</em>...made it nearly impossible for Char to tear her eyes away.<strong>"Um...Aria, you have a little..."</strong>She ran her thumb over the side of her own mouth, showing Aria where the offending liquid was.<br/><br/>Blinking, she turned back to Evelyn,<strong>"It's nice to meet you. Charlotte. I'd love some help in the kitchen, I was thinking a Dufrene potato salad and some shrimp creole."</strong>Charlotte looked to Jackie explaining,<strong>"I lived out on the bayou for a good year during my childhood. The ladies taught me to troll and cook."</strong>If there was one thing that Charlotte knew, it was food. Though you couldn't tell by her tiny waist. She could cook up a storm, and dance while doing it. They were her two passions, which was extremely confusing to most people she encountered, as she was a walking accident waiting to happen.<strong>"Anyway, we need to wait for Rusty to get back, I'll text him what we need. But, while that's going on...I should probably unpack."</strong>