PUPPET/CHARLIE: S-Susie? What on earth are you calling me that for? Just Charlie's fine.
SUSIE: But my papa says that's what you call important people. // PUPPET/CHARLIE: (important...?)
Later... // CHARLIE: Cassidy? Could I ask you a question? // CASSIDY: Shoot. // CHARLIE: To the youngest ones... Am I... important?
-stare-
CASSIDY: Are you trying to get me to feed your hero complex? // CHARLIE: ?! N-no! Wait, I don't have a--
CASSIDY: Do you really not know? You're practically their mother.
CHARLIE: M-Mother!? They know how old I am, right??? // CASSIDY: of course they do. Okay, maybe not a mother exactly. But Charlie, you put yourself in a position of authority over four young children who had just lost their parents. Who do you think fills that sudden void of responsibility in their minds?
CHARLIE: Five. // CASSIDY: What? // CHARLIE: You're the fifth. // CASSIDY: Oh. Ew. Gross. You're not my mom.
CHARLIE: I need to go lie down.
I think it's visually apparent that I drew these in the middle of the night