There's a napkin and silverware laid out at the dining table, a glass of wine poured and the chair already drawn back, ready.

Ed turns to get the plate from the oven, using over mitts to make sure he doesn't burn himself and then bringing it over and setting it down. "Be careful, it's been in the oven. And I wasn't well for a while. I stopped sleeping for the most part for about... six weeks."

Oswald might think he's seen Riddler going manic and high. He hasn't, not compared to the bender he went on here.