Following the scent of cookies was usually a good way to get side-tracked from a meeting, but this time it appeared as though the smell and his destination were one in the same. Charles walked into the room, taking a look around to establish in his mind that he really knew no one here, before smiling and moving to one of the available seats.
"Good morning." He didn't aim the question at anyone in particular, but it seemed the polite thing to do nonetheless. That, and attempting not to stare openly at the cookies. |