After completely breaking her promise to Charlie that she wouldn't tell anyone and having a some what calming chat with Nora, Delilah felt a little bit more ready to face her twin. Not that she couldn't before, but this sort of news, well it took a while to process. Not to mention the fact that it was the last thing she had ever expected Charlie to say. The promise of drinks with Nora afterwards helped ease the shock of being completely blindsided.

She fidgeted outside Charlie's door waiting for him to respond to her knock. It had almost been a hour since she had told him that she was on her way over and considering the fact that shouldn't even take her a quarter of that time, there was a good chance that she only added to what ever sort of panic her brother was most likely in. Well she assumed he was in a panic. Proposing was a big deal, and neither of them handled decisions of such enormity well, let alone with any grace. If Charlie was calm about this, then Delilah would-- well she honsetly wouldn't know what to do with that.

"Charlieee," she called through the door, opting for whinging than actually thinking about what she would say once he did let her in. "I can't be late if I never said when I'd be here. Please stop making stand outside. It is hooot."

Charlie was bent low as about a dozen tiny hands grabbed, pinched, clambered, and tugged all about him. The moment his niece had begged for a piggy back, a line of ready and willing riders assembled at his table. It was a good thing that Penelope's party was taking place in a park with a nice, grassy area to play about, because his knees would've not only been stained green, but bruised from a hardwood floor.

"Okay, okay," he let out with a breath of exhaustion, standing to his full height (he had to grab hold of Terry Boot's tightly clenched hands as he raised him a foot off the ground). "I need a break. And a drink. Go chase the dog!"

At the sound of DOG, the gaggle of children rushed after Pascal, who had been sitting beside Charlie's older brother as he not so discreetly fed him off the table. Charlie left his jacket folded over the back of the chair on the children's table and made his way over to Penny, loosening his tie. He'd really wanted to look spiffy for this night, but maybe keeping her off her guard, like he wasn't planning on asking her the most important question he'd ever ask anyone, would make this night easier.

"I managed a good half an hour before getting dirty," he said, putting his hands out to take hold of hers, "Are you proud?"