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Charlie smiled as she took the notepad from Alexandrea and then wrapped her hand around the beer stein and nodded to the bar tender with a smirk. Then she nodded to what Alex had told her and looked at all the different things that she was told to try. She set the note pad down, took the pen and then picked at one of the other jars. The pickled cucumbers would be interesting, with enough time they would be well... pickles... but she opened the jar and took a whiff of the brine before she pulled out one of them and lifted it to her mouth. She took a bite and smiled at the taste, then as she chewed she made notes on the note pad, glancing over at Alex as she let the people playing that they would be next.

Then she lifted her beer and took a sip, letting it cleanse her pallet so that the next thing she tired would be just itself instead of whatever she ate before. It reminded her of eating sushi, how pickled ginger would be the pallet cleanser between the different kinds of rolls and such. The thought had her glancing down the line to see if ginger was one of the things she would be trying, but didn't see it. So instead, she placed the top back on the jar and move on to the next jar while waiting for Alex to return. Again she took a smell of the brine, as if she were tasting a fine wine instead before she fished out one of the picked eggs.

This would be one of the weirdest things that she had ever tasted. She had tasted some weird things back in Maine but pickled eggs, this would be new. The idea was both scary and exciting at the same time. Charlie sniffed the egg once more, the scent wasn't exactly something to write home about - if she could write home - but then she took a bite and let the egg just rest on her tongue before chewing it and letting it move down her throat. All while writing down more notes on the note pad.

Charlie glanced over at Alex and smirked for a moment at the darts before she blanked out on the woman. A Balut?! What the ****?! She thought to herself before her eyes glazed over and she began to search the internet through her mind, putting the word that her friend had given her into a google search. What came up was something that she hoped she would never, ever have to taste because just... ICK. She visibly shuddered and shook her head to clear the images from her head even though she knew it would never leave. This was one time she really hated having a photographic memory.

She was about to question her friend's sanity at even bringing up the idea of eating such a thing when she brought up Cricket. She glanced down at the darts and then back up at Alex. "Cricket? As in the game with a bat that the British play?!" She knew at this point she probably sounded stupid or at the very least, naive in the fact that she didn't know anything about the game, and she didn't have a clue if there was a connection to darts. If there was, it would be news to her. She was sure that the questions would, at the very least, tell Alexandrea that she didn't know how to play Cricket, especially if it had something to do with darts. Hell, aside from throw the little dart at the board and hope to hit the bulls eye, she didn't even know how to play Darts.

After that, she noticed that Alex was reading her notes and smirked a bit, teasingly pushing them aside so that they were hidden from view before she gave a little shrug. She would let her friend stew just a bit longer before she finally smiled "Personally, I liked all the ones I have tried thus far, and I wouldn't so much call it weird, maybe 'interesting' is closer to the truth, but I would say the pickled onion is a new one on me. Promise me that you will never..."

She was interrupted by the guy once again and she turned her attention on him. He was a police commissioner? Oh Grand. But then she smirked that yeah, it was pretty silly that he would be delivering such a thing, she couldn't help the small snort that left her before she turned her chocolate gaze on Alex. "Is he...?" She started, hoping that her friend would pick up on her line of thought that she was asking if he was her thrall. If not, she would have to do something that she had only tried with Zo once. The telepathic power was something she didn't use often... actually she rarely used it... but in this case it would be a good time to use it.

Charlie arched a brow as Alex brought up the idea of learning how to play before learning how to con people at it. She had no problem learning to play the game, especially if it was possible to con someone with it. However, she hadn't ever heard of that particular British game being the kind of game that one could con or be conned at. It was just a throw of a ball, much like American baseball from what she could have seen. As she thought of this though, she opened up the last of the jars that Alex had wanted her to try, this looked like it was just normal pickles to her, so she was glad to see something that wasn't too frightening like some of the other things that Alex had made her tried. Though, she couldn't deny that some of the things had been good. Really good.

Once Alex had confirmed that the police commissioner of the city was her thrall, Charlie's eyes widened for a moment and then relaxed as she smirked and shook her head at the idea. "I guess that means instead of just hacking into the Police for things I do wrong, I should just give you a call hmmm?" She teased and then went on to say "That seems to be the case, or at least from what I have noticed of my own thrall. Of course, I give him a lot of leeway too. For the stuff he brings me, I'm not about to *****." It was only then that she realized that Alex had been talking to her mentally when Harry mentioned something.

Charlie glanced over at the man, eying him for a moment before she looked back to Alex and smirked. ~Sorry, I am still getting used to people talking to me mentally, I'm also getting used to being able to do it myself...~ She sent back to her friend before glancing around again, all while sucking the juice from the pickle that she was holding.