[Don't worry, Charlie. The old man might have a full head of hair ahead of you, but Chloe's still at your back. Side. Look, whichever way the table's arranged, she's not about to let Victor think this is amateur hour.]

Trust me, darling, we're not going to force you to play along. If you'd rather stay here in all of this-- [one small, quick gesture to their barely standing surroundings] you're more than welcome to.

Or...you could come with us, catch a glimpse of the future, have a little fun and pass the docket onto someone else. Your call.