"It's 'cause you're cute, Charlie. That's what it's for. Also, you did that to me last time we had pie and it was your turn."

Shit. And here he was all friggin' determined to be in a pissy mood, and now he can't. So this Turk walks into a bar...

"Also, I get to do this now." Reaching over, he wipes that whipped cream off her cheek -- at least some of it -- and pops that finger into his mouth. "See? You're sweet. Now I have proof."

She's cool. He does like her.