[Satisfied or at least soothed (he's still glowering a bit, brow furrowed marginally), Charlie settles back in his chair and slides his pint back in front of him. If Sully'd rather hear it from her, that's fine by him.
--Though he can't help but take a petty dig anyway.] Tablet. It's a tablet. [Seems like the sort of thing Sully should be familiar with having grown up in the stone age and all.]
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--Though he can't help but take a petty dig anyway.] Tablet. It's a tablet. [Seems like the sort of thing Sully should be familiar with having grown up in the stone age and all.]