Edward eyes it longingly. "Your excess is my benefit, I guess," he says. "Watch cooking shows more often, unless it drives your husbands nuts." Then he frowns. "Wait a minute. Nobody brings me apple shit without wanting something, except for Mom." He crosses his arms, trying to look surly, but he fails spectacularly, because he doesn't really mind. "What is it you want? I'm not combining your apartments, I want that building standing."