"You in here, Charlie?" he called into the room, peering around for the other. Man, he better not have gone back into his big, Warmind body and not told him. That'd be rude. With a grin, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "I was gonna bring you a plate, but you never want my food. Happy Thanksgivin',"
Charles was so invested into his work, he had to admit that he was startled by the seemingly sudden appearance of the other. His frame jolted before he was able to relax and look at Llyr with optics of their usual luminescence (he had gotten a few complaints in the past on how bright they got when his emotions were high).
“Surely if I was able to consume food, I would enjoy it,” he said, the smile clear in his tone. “Though, I might want to check with the others first if it is your cooking. You seem like the…eccentric type when it comes to a hobby with that amount of freedom.”
“Thank you for the thought, nevertheless. I hope your holiday went well.”