count your blessings early

Charlie

You know I talk too much
honey, come put your lips on mine & shut me up

"Oh?" Blinking thoughtfully at that, Charlie glances down at herself as if she might pick out said spot right then and there. "Before, I'd only wear any sort of perfume for rituals, but I always found that I got sick of smelling the same thing over and over again." The priestess explains, smoothing her dress. "It got to the point where even smells I adored started to smell terrible to me." Indeed, scents she'd once loved began to give her a headache, their presence on her skin overwhelming and almost nauseating. Since she'd come back the thought hadn't crossed her mind, though after having realized just how full a person could smell, Charlie began to wonder if she might curate the same sort of experience that Asta did, for those close enough to her to smell it.

Glancing at the butcher's empty cup, the smile on Charlie's lips as he balances the handle on his finger is one of unfettered delight. Reaching out to press her finger against it and give it a little shove to set it rocking back and forth, the blonde raises her dark eyebrows. Nose crinkling and tail flicking back and forth against the ground, Charlie won't have realized that she's cut the spade of her tail on one of the many broken shards of glass for a few moments, such is her delight. "Yep." She whispers, glancing up at Asta with a toothy grin.

"However you want."