Charles glances up from what he was doing, jolted out of his thought process, before smiling mildly. "Something like that." He straightens up and clicks a few buttons while carrying on the conversation.

"I was lucky to have a friend here on arrival, so we're sharing a house. Crockery isn't exactly his area of expertise, but I'm used to having a sister help me with these things." He finishes what he's doing and pockets the device. "Not to mention he'll be eating off of it as well."

There's a nonchalent little half-shrug, a slightly widened smile, at life and it's seemingly trivial domestic details.