His face flushed again, this time reaching down to his neck. "You can call me Charles," he said in an unnaturally deep voice.
Tanner put his face into his hands, muttering something that I couldn't make out even with my strong hearing.
"Sure, I can call you Charles if you prefer. That's very grown up."
"I am in junior high," he said, nodding.
"Impressive," I said, taking a sip from my glass.
The rest of the meal went with Charlie trying to impress me and Tanner wanting to die of embarrassment. I enjoyed every minute of it. Why hadn't I spent more time with humans before? They were actually pretty entertaining.
After we had cleaned up the mess from dinner, we all sat down to watch some goofy show. When it was over, the door opened again and a lady who looked like the two of them walked in, looking exhausted. She gave me a double take.
Tanner jumped up. "Mom, this is Samantha. Do you remember me telling you about her?"
"Yeah, I must have forgotten. It's nice to meet you, Samantha."
I stood up. "It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Monroe. Do you need help with anything? Tanner left the taco stuff warmed up for you in the oven."
She gave me a weak smile. "Thanks. I need to help Charlie with his homework. Tanner, why don't you take Samantha home?"
Charlie stood up, scowling. "I can do my own homework."