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Charley has always been under the assumption that, if she hasn’t been screamed at or explicitly told, she’s friends with everybody. After all, she does has her father’s trademark oblivion to social cues, as she stands here beside Clark, who she coincidentally met at the arcade, on her day off. “Okay so, here’s the thing. Bertie’s coming over for the extended weekend, because he told Mom he’s got the sniffles, and for some reason, she thinks it’s perfectly okay to send him on a bus back to Dingle. Anyways, how am I supposed to look at my little brother in the eye and tell him that the Mrs. Pac Man game is gone for good? He wanted to beat Alf’s high score, but now he’s never going to see the lovely missus Man.” She finally turns to face Clark, as if waiting for his opinion. She just assumes, since she’s on good terms with all of the Leech Fragments, that her and Clark were more than dandy. “Thoughts? I mean, I could always just challenge him to skeeball, right? Would that work?”