Charlie hand finished her tea, watching as Edna and Arthur cleared up the area. Standing she smiled as with grace made her way into the kitchen, picked up a dish cloth and turned on her heel. Her dress swirled with her motion as she made her way out of the kitchen and went back into the sitting room. Diligently she wiped the serving tables, clearing them off of anything that may have been left behind. Using the slightly damp end of the cloth to pick up small spills and the dry half to polish the table. Halfway back towards the kitchen, she paused flexing her sore hand. The pain had lessened, but still ached just enough to bother her.<br/><br/>In a much slower pace she walked back to the kitchen, pushing the door open with her better hand. Her walk had a slight sway at the hips, her hair moving in motion with her. Pacing herself as she stopped at the counter, she smiled at Arthur and at Edna just catching the tail end of the older woman's words about how she was going to be working in the garden.<br/><br/>Her grey eyes casted a look towards Arthur, she seemed curious about him. Leaning on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, she reached over to pull her large basket closer. "I brought the preserves and herbs you asked for." She pronounced herb like they would in UK, emphasis on the<em>h</em>, slowly she looked towards Edna for a moment. Waiting for her to answer, she would nod and then begin to pull out the various jars filled with different fruits and flavors. Her attention moved back towards Arthur, smiling sweetly at him. " So what brings you to our small town?" She figured he was told to stay behind to help her in the kitchen. " I've lived here all my life, so I don't have any other reason." It was nice to meet someone new, especially one that didn't think she was crazy.<br/><br/><br/>OOC: I'm fine with tea time ending.