"Thank you," Ed says to the girl when she sets down their order. He mixes up his coffee with milk and half a sugar. He eyes the cookie and then breaks off a small piece to taste. "Mm. It's not bad."

Don't worry, Eddie, I can deal with that.

"It should be in hand," Ed murmurs, cheeks pinking up. "I'll be looking to contract myself with someone willing to accept my domestic presence without any physical complications."