The past two days of Edgar's life had been very pillow related. The first day involved purchasing it and getting the message stitched on it, and the second involved an explosion of pillow-related discussion on his journal. All entertaining, of course--unless you were Dawlish because that man had no bloody sense of humour. Who couldn't laugh at being sprayed with coffee?
An invitation to spend the evening with Marlene was never refused because such evenings always involved food and a decent laugh, even when she did get a bee in her bonnet about some of ridiculous thing he said. So, as he finished work, he stopped by at his flat to pick up his guitar and Apparated to the McKinnon estate.
"This is a music video in the making," he said as he held up the guitar. "And some of my best nights involve the Force and light-sabres." He kissed her on the cheek and followed her in.