( he glances up, and then he does a double take when steve mentions that he's a hundred years old. he's not a mutant, that he's fairly sure of. charles would have sensed it if he was. ) You're... You're not joking about that, are you? ( how nice to not have to be wrinkly at a hundred. he's definitely wondering how that's possible. )

Well, I did take a look at the other houses available, but I rather like this one. It feels a bit like home. It's comfortable. ( of course he's realizing it probably isn't for someone as tall and big as steve, but at least the chair's sturdy enough for him to sit on. charles puts the sugar and milk on the table next to the pot of tea before sitting down. )

So, we don't eat this. ( and now he's just staring at the pie, looking a bit sad that they can't both enjoy it. ) I must have missed the warning about the apples. ( because he hasn't collected any. ) Would you like a rum raisin fruitcake then? I bought it at the store this morning. ( he opens the pastry box on the table, offering it to steve. ) Please, have some.