[The praise, accompanied by teasing nickname or no? Had Charles' smile brightening all the same. He won't be admitting to the Cat that earning it did make it better, but it did. But then it's entirely possible that his companion could tell.

Whatever the case, the other was continuing on, and while he was amused at the commentary on his incessant curiosity, something tense in him eased at the idea that he was fair. It seemed... important. He wanted needed to be good, to be fair and brave, didn't he? What drove that he didn't know, but surely it was only sensible. It wasn't like people typically wanted to be utter tossers.

Regardless, he was pulled from that consideration as the Cat pointed out the shop directly, and obligingly Charles took a look at it.]

I... yeah, but I think everything's kinda ringing bells right now is the problem. Too much familiar but nothing's really shaking out anything specific yet. S'all [A see-saw wave of a hand] kinda foggy?

[Thick fog over dark water. He wasn't sure why that idea just had something in him curling unpleasantly, but he shoved it aside drowned it to worry about later. It was so simple to keep the unease at the imagery his mind was supplying to conceptualize his amnesia hidden behind the easy sort of smile. Far too simple.]