"Oh wow, this is wonderful." Charlie smiled, looking around the oval shaped room.  Usually offices were boring, but this one was perfect: clean cut yet colorful and inspiring.  Charlie was impressed and maybe a little embarrassed by how welcoming Mr. Wonka was being; he could never imagine himself anywhere near at the same level as the genius chocolatier.  Charlie's eyes widened with surprise when Mr. Wonka showed him around the second elevator, and a deep flush came over his face at the mention of even setting foot in the man's private quarters.  Charlie nodded and looked away, "Oh, I could never bother you like that.  Though I bet you do have a wild looking room!"<br/><br/>"I hope you know how much I appreciate all this.  It's really just wonderful."  Unable to keep from making obvious expressions, Charlie ran forth into the buzzing, whirring, bubbling inventing room, immediately busying his mind with things other than the perfect shape of Mr. Wonka's smile.  He was so beautiful, it sometimes made his tummy ache something terrible.  "I was also thinking about little raspberry kites, with licorice instead of string."<br/>Charlie grabbed a pen from the junk box, then popped on a stool and started reaching for a few different syrups.  "I'm going to need an ink that stays on...something bold..."<br/><br/>(Lovely post.  Feel free to skip through things or take the lead any time, if you have an idea or something.  I'm pretty flexible about the flow. (: )