*He hadn't intended to drift towards the kitchen, he'd eaten a decent lunch, but that smell was so inviting that eventually the man packs up his work and carries it with him as he ventures to see who was cooking.

Charles stretched out his power while he walked. Mary. He hadn't talked to her yet, he doesn't think, too much had gone on, but it felt like she'd been here quite awhile. Friendly.

Satisfied with that, he leans into the kitchen curiously*

Is that peach I smell?